A bearded man sat atop a desert dune staring out at the pure blue, cloudless horizon. The bright sun baked all in sight. Its blinding light was held at bay with his hood pulled down over his eyes. The far stretching desert sands blew in the wind. He watched as if time had no meaning. Simply breathing in fresh air as the sun slowly boiled his blood.

He had gone into self-imposed exile years ago. He left his brothers at the monastery when he started to feel different. A strange presence tugged at his mind that simply felt wrong. So he left, to protect them. Or at least that’s how he justified it. Honestly, he didn’t know how to explain it. For over a hundred years he acted as a guardian of the world.

The wind howled as a strong gust swept by him. It had been a long morning meditating. With the sun rising higher it was time to take shelter. He stood up slowly, still deep in thought. With a deep sigh he turned. Down below between two dunes stood his humble abode.

It didn’t look like much. Yet, that was the point. Built with strong magic to keep the sands from fully engulfing it. The building looked like a run down, abandoned shack.

He leaned forward and allowed gravity to take hold, sliding down the dune’s slope. His hooded cloak fanned out behind him, sending sand flying in all directions. Inside the shack, he closed the door. The only furnishing was a simple table with over turned chairs and a broken lamp.

Hardly the place to make your home. He kneeled and lifted a floor panel. The wood lifted without even a low creek, revealing a hidden hatchway. The monk preceded down the ladder. The floor panel closed above him and a gust of strong wind sent sand through the window, covering the floor. Effectively hiding half of the shack. It now truly appeared as nothing but an abandoned building.

The magic continued down below causing the oil lines to ignite. By the time he reached the bottom his actual home glowed with flickering fire lit torches. He smiled; <i>one doesn’t live as long as he without having the simple luxuries in life.</i>

This hideout was one of many throughout the world. The order of monks was a secretive bunch. Yshomatsu had made this particular hideout his own personal training grounds. Though it has been quite a long time since he had used it as such. Long ago he had undertaken a quest with his apprentice that had changed them both. Changed them in ways they didn’t truly understand. One of those changes kept them from aging.

Slowly he made his way into his bedroom, removing his cloak. He hung the dusty old thing on a hook and moved towards an old piece of metal smoothed to perfection. The metal reflected his unnaturally glowing green eyes back at him. He looked worse than he felt. Deep sleep didn’t come to him anymore. In his gut he believed it was because of the presence he felt.

The secretive monk order held one secret they coveted above all else. A way of communicating spiritually. They learned how to tap into the unconscious dream state everyone went to when they slept. With this gift they spread the order out among the world. Though not with goals of conquest mind you. They became the world’s supernatural protectors. While human affairs carried on uninterrupted, empires rose and fell, the monk order remained.

Yshomatsu sighed, he had left that life. While he still cared, he couldn’t risk their lives. This presence he felt reminded him of the night his life changed. The whole reason the order had evolved out of human affairs in the first place. He rubbed his aching eyes, knowing full well that he had to try and sleep. The bed had never looked so inviting. The moment his head hit the pillow his thoughts drifted until sleep enveloped his mind.

That never happened to him. The process normally took at the very least an hour to occur naturally.

 

xxxxx

 

Yshomatsu opened his eyes and regretted it, immediately.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He was laying on the ground inside a cave. Which by itself wouldn’t cause pause. The problem being, he recognized the cave. It certainly didn’t stir good memories. In fact, this particular cave traumatized him. The very site that caused his life to change. The last time he saw the cave he was thirty-six years old. In a way the monk remained thirty-six for the next hundred years. The event always that caused this sent a shiver down his spine.

He truly wished he could remember everything about that night. He had entered the cavern with his old apprentice. And woke up after blacking out. He spent countless years trying to reconstruct the memories, to no avail.

The unnatural green tint to the world didn’t calm his nerves. It meant he was in the dream state. Since he didn’t meditate and enter consciously that meant he simply dreamt this time. Years of entering consciously had given him a sense of awareness unlike any other person when they dreamt. He sat up as the environment changed around him.

A thick fog bellowed out from deep down the tunnel. Slowly the dense condensation filled the cave as unnatural vines sprouted and grew all around him. The air dropped in temperature, worsening his chill, yet he couldn’t see his breath. The cold fog had a foul taste to it. It felt like evil lurked around every corner. Yshomatsu had never felt anything of the like in all his years. However, it also felt familiar in a way he couldn’t describe. The thorny vines spread along the cavern walls until he couldn’t recognize the cave anymore.

With a feeling of dread, he stood up cautiously. Only to find his movements to be sluggish. He struggled to control his actions unlike usual when he entered the dream state by meditating. Slowly he walked towards the cave’s exit. A wall of vines blocked his escape. He could still see out between the twisting, thorny vines. What should have been a mountainous desert region appeared to be a lush jungle with towering trees, all covered in vines.

Perhaps it was the unnatural vines that distorted everything, but he didn’t recognize the humongous trees. The outside environment appeared to be from a completely different world entirely.

<i>Is it possible?</i> He wondered. <i>Could other worlds exist beyond their own? Or was this someone’s twisted dream he stumbled on?</i> Before he could linger on the thoughts, a distinctly feminine giggle met his ears. He turned to look deeper into the cave that he desperately wanted out of. Dense green fog and twisting vines met his gaze, nothing else. The strange fog didn’t fill the entire space as it had before. Instead it condensed upon the ground. It became thickest the closer it got to the dirt. He could almost see perfectly up from his waist. Below, though, it was so thick he couldn’t even see the vapor move as he moved kicked his feet.

The thought of exploring deeper into the cave made him feel queasy. He also didn’t want to risk touching the vines blocking the exit behind him. The conundrum of the entire situation puzzled him. Had he simply gone without sleep long enough for his mind to go bonkers? He decided nothing good would come from any of it, but his curiosity won out in the end.

It felt like he walked on clouds as his sluggish movements headed deeper into the cave. In fact it felt like he was walking on moss instead of dirt. Yshomatsu looked down and kicked repeatedly. The fog refused to disperse for a quick glace at the ground. Afterwards he could feel the fog almost tickling his leg, as if his cloth pants weren’t there. If he concentrated hard enough, he could feel fingers caressing his flesh. Absurd, he knew despite the situation.

Deeper into the cave he went, plagued by his memories. The last time here he had simply been a monk with an apprentice on a quest. They were tasked to hunt down a cultist group that worshiped some type of demonic creature. He didn’t remember exactly what had happened. Neither would he find out on this trip, he imagined. For nothing was as it had been that day, or was it? Did the same supernatural change happen once they entered back then?

With each step he felt a greater pressure push behind him. As if the dense fog attempted to push him forward, causing his dread to rise with each passing breath.

“Come to me…”

A sultry voice echoed from deep within the cave. Ysho had been so deep in thought that the voice startled him. He froze mid step. His instincts told him to turn around and get out. Yet, his body, refused to obey. His thoughts, they were starting to drift away with each breath. He struggled to focus.

Three more steps were taken before he realized he had begun to move again.

If he concentrated hard enough, he could hear faint whispers. Not that he could make them out. It felt like his body was responding to them though.

“Mmm, so delicious, different than the others.”

What others?

Approaching a curve in the cavern tunnel, dread rising. It was almost enough to gain back control of his body. However, that voice, it sent thrills down his body. He knew better but couldn’t stop the erotic sensations.

When he passed the curve, his eyes went wide. The tunnel opened into a larger chamber. There were bodies laying around. All of them with blissful expressions and um… erections.

The shock gave him control of his body again and he backed up several paces. The bodies were all in various stages of decay. The worst of it all, he recognized most of them. They were all monks! Fellow brothers in the order. Sworn to protect the world from supernatural threats. The kind of threats regular people didn’t believe in.

A swirling mass of energy floated at the chamber’s center. A type of vortex of green, blue, and purple light. Each body had a tendril of the stuff connecting them to the horror.

“Look closer morsel… that’s it”

Yshomatsu reacted to the voice without hesitation, unconsciously. When his eyes met the light’s center the world began to blur. Colors swirled, spiraled, and flashed. It grew larger and filled more of his vision the longer he stared.

But in reality, it didn’t, he simply moved towards it.

He blinked and the effect lessened. That presence he had felt before surged from within the vortex. He couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t even keep a solid line of thought in his head for long.

“Intriguing. I sense an enormous strength within you. Much different than any other. As if you aren’t mortal. Yet, I still sense a mortal’s soul.”

He almost looked back into the spiraling energy. That voice sounded mischievous, sinful, and horny. He’d be lying if he said he heard a voice like this often. Or at all really. He didn’t hear any voices anymore actually, years in exile after-all.

Several tendrils extended towards him. The fear finally overcame the lust as he took a step backwards. A sultry laugh echoed around the cavern. Shamefully he felt a twitch below. And then the tendrils touched him.

He gasped with shocked arousal. They curled around his flesh. Caressing him like a cool summer’s breeze, relaxing muscles. His clothing melted away as if touched by acid.

“So strong, I must taste your essence!”

The feminine voice whispered to itself. He couldn’t move. It’s like all willpower he had regained had been sapped instantly. He had been looking off to the side, keeping the vortex at the edge of his vision. However, he could see as a larger tendril extended towards his waist.

He gulped with mixed dread and anticipation. The closer it got the more a certain body part stretched out to greet it. Or that’s how it felt anyways. He let out a weak whimper as the tendril wrapped around his member without touching him.

It began to swirl faster. Ysho’s eyes rolled back in bliss and it hadn’t even touched him yet. Deep down he knew he needed to resist. The voice kept moaning as if getting off on tormenting him. He needed the tendril to touch him already!

His desperate sounds were met with a reply he couldn’t resist.

“Look at me…” the alluring voice practically purred. His eyes snapped back to the vortex. Only this time to be met by two yellow, serpentine eyes. The energy swirled and spiraled around the eyes, captivating him.

“That’s it, look deep into my eyes. Deeper and deeper. Let the world slip away. All your fears along with it.”

The tendril swirling around his member compressed around him. Any chance he had to resist were gone now.

It felt like he was floating with unimaginable bliss. Pleasure wasn’t supposed to feel this good. The tendril swirled, squeezed, and pulled, with only one goal. A goal that would be fulfilled very soon. Not like he was a lady’s man after all.

“Yes, yes no more resisting. You’ve needed this for a long time. Keep staring into my eyes as your body gets closer, and closer.”

“Oh…it’s exquisite. I’m already getting more from you than this whole lot combined! How is that possible?”

Her voice reached a high pitch as it sounded like she was climaxing just from the anticipation. Drool began to form at his open lips. Eyes locked on the wickedly sparkling, serpent orbs.

“Do it! Cum for me! CUM!”

He cried out louder than ever before as his body, obeyed. Intense pleasure exploded between his legs as his entire body shook. The tendril absorbed it all, every drop.

The feminine voice screamed so loud it threatened to burst his ear drums. Never before had he been driven to such pleasure, and pain, at the same time.

The tendrils suddenly retracted, and he dropped down to the cavern floor with an echoing thud. He laid there barely conscious, vision blurry. His body tingled all over.

The vortex convulsed and pulsed at ever increasing speeds. Then all went quiet as it sped up faster than the speed of light. A silent explosion sent a shockwave out into the dream state. The world shook, for but a second.

When it ended the vortex was gone. In its place, a being of supernatural sexuality stood.

The creature stretched like a feline, purring with her arms outstretched. She had delicate, small feet, and legs for days. Skin the shade of blood, smooth, yet toned. A tight ass anyone would want to take a bite out of. Dripping nether lips that had a mind of their own, quivering and gaping with uncontrollable lust.

Her belly had a hint of abs that lead up towards gravity defying breasts, capped with hard nipples, and deeper red areolas.

Her face appeared predatory, slightly angled eyes with long lashes. Luscious lips painted black to match her eye lids and long, silky hair; ears poking out from her between strands.

One could fall in love—or rather lust—with a single gaze. They might not even notice the two small red horns protruding from just above her temples. Or the bat like leathery wings that stretched out with her slender arms. Not to mention the slithering tail tipped with a spade.

Yshomatsu noticed, however. The intense climax had drained him sure, but his wits had returned. Along with a whole shit ton of guilt. There was an aura of sinister delight around the creature. One could mistake it for pure evil, but it had more to it than that. The aura just felt wrong, misplaced as if it didn’t belong. It was so sinful that he had trouble resisting its pull.

Had he been a normal man that climax might have left him catatonic, like the other monks. He stood on noodle like legs and tried to gain his bearings. He wouldn’t fall so easily this time, despite, the stirrings he felt simply by looking at her.

The creature ended her stretch with a slight moan. Turning her gaze upon the monk. She licked her luscious lips. Then, sultrily smiling ear to ear in her victory over the powerful monk standing before her.

“That truly was divine. I want more!”

Her voice sent shivers down his spine, down to his growing member. Never again he thought.

Yshomatsu angled his feet and closed his fists. She simply laughed. A sound so sexy it almost broke his concentration.

“Why don’t you look back into my sexy, dominate eyes?”

He closed his eyes instead, pushed off with his back foot. His fist stretched out towards her face. Only to over extend, hitting nothing but air. He could feel her presence slid beside him, gracefully. Her purr met his ears before her arms closed around his shoulders and neck. Lips at his ear, breath hot.

“You are simply, titillating.”  She took his lobe between her lips and nibbled his flesh. Her skin felt hot against him, not quite painfully. He moaned despite himself and brought his outstretched arm back, elbowing her in the ribs.

“Aww, I love foreplay.”

She moved around him. Her breasts pillowing against his back. It was like his blow hardly struck as she moved along with it. Her left arm remained around his neck. While her right hand began to slide down his side, towards his waist.

“Such willpower you have, I’m really going to enjoy breaking you.”

Her words and touch sent thrills he could barely control. His breathing was heavy. A thick fog filled his mind as her left hand cupped his chin, angling him to look up. She licked his neck, causing him to gasp. At the same time her left leg rose and circled his own. Her tail slithered between his legs, caressing his balls before wrapping tightly around the base of his dick.

His stomach twitched as her right hand lightly trailed down before grabbing his throbbing member.

Yshomatsu tried to move but it was becoming increasingly difficult to think. The heat alone from her body sent his mind towards naughtier thoughts. She began to purr a tempo that drove him wild. And then… she began to stroke.

Never again he had thought with a laugh. He never stood a chance. No human could. All his gifts just delayed the inevitable.

“Let me be your temptress and we’ll do things together that you haven’t even dared dream about.”

His eyes rolled back as she squeezed her hand and pulled. Softening her grin as her hand returned to his—trail wrapped—base.

“Or maybe you have dreamt of such pleasures. That’s what brought you here, wasn’t it?”

He couldn’t hold back a low whimper as her hand sped up. Why did it feel so good? Every time he gathered his wits, she’d move in just the right way. He couldn’t concentrate. His arms refused to listen to reason as they remained limp at his sides.

The unnatural woman wetly kissed along his jawline until her tough pressed between his lips. Her tongue was longer than he expected. His lips parted, despite himself. She pulled his head towards her as her lips mashed against his with passion he’d never felt before. The kiss stole his breath away.

Yshomatsu snapped his eyes open, shaking his head, breaking the kiss. He had to stay alert, and resist. This wasn’t a wet dream, he was just in the dream world, the spirit world. He had ultimate control over his body here. His skin tingled everywhere her lips had touched. To say he was eager to feel her kiss again, would be an understatement.

She softly giggled as their gazed locked together. His moment, fleeting as it was, was a mistake. Those eyes, captivating, memorizing. Memories of the vortex returned to him suddenly.

“Hmm, that’s right, deeply into my eyes, is where you belong, lost, horny, desperate.”

A wet, squishy, velvet sheath covered his cock, replacing her hand, and his eyes bulged wide. He could feel her nether lips at his hips. It didn’t make sense.

He couldn’t think about anything but those yellow, beautiful eyes. She smirked at how easy he was. Stronger than any mortal she ever met, yet, still a man.

The velvet sheath squeezed and slid along this length. Faster, harder. Then it would stop, keeping him guessing.

“No more fighting, you want this, don’t you?”

He moaned and mumbled, sounded reall close to a yes. Her smirk grew wider. He leaned in slightly, body shaking.

“So soon? Out of practice, are we?”

He cried out as it started, doomed from the very beginning. Only her tail tightened, painfully. He cried out again, for another reason. His member throbbed and twitched angrily. Without finishing his lust rose higher, her tail sped up, thrusting harder.

“You’re going to love this, don’t worry.”

She licked his lips and he lunged forward, attacking her mouth with his. She squealed with delight as she kissed back, bringing her left hand to the back of his head, pulling him harder into her.

His body spasmed past the edge a second time. Her tail tightened around his base once again, and he screamed into her lips. Her hot breath poured pure lust into his lungs, driving him crazier. All the while their eyes never broke contact. His had glazed over long ago as he approached another orgasm.

She broke the kiss again and whispered with mischief.

“Dream of me, my pet.”

His body couldn’t take anymore as it convulsed violently. Pure sinful pleasure exploded between his legs as his dick climaxed yet again. Only this time she didn’t tighten her coils, instead undulating them along this length. The spade tip’s velvet mouth stopped thrusting and squeezed, swallowing every delicious drop. It felt like an eternity before his orgasm ended.

Against all odds he remained standing.

“Remarkable, you’re unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. I want to keep you!”

She moaned loudly as she savored his essence. A climax that powerful would have sent any normal man into a comma. Or at least caused by her it would. Two orgasms and somehow, she wasn’t any closer to consuming his soul. Though she’d never wanted someone’s soul more than right now. Her skin was glowing already. His essence was like nothing she had ever tasted.

Something else happened though, surprising even the supernatural seductress. His eyes began to glow red.

“Stop, lose yourself in my eyes.”

She purred sexily. Yet, she didn’t sense any internal struggle from the monk. For all intents and purposes, he was hers. Lost to lust and sin. His eyes kept glowing brighter. She didn’t understand what was happening. And that, scared her. No mortal man had ever scared her. Despite her fear, she was intrigued.

His skin began to flush red and harden. Scales formed, and grew, as did he. Arms, legs, and neck extending slowly. While his body changed, he never blinked or broke their gaze. So, whatever was happening, he wasn’t consciously doing it.

The longer his metamorphosis continued, the more she recognized it. For one such as her never forgets their worst nightmares. Panic surged through her as she let out an incredulous gasp.

“I knew you were special. DREAM of ME!“

She said with all her seductive power behind it. By now his face looked more reptilian, mouth lined with razor sharp teeth.

“Wake now, my pet.”

She tapped him between the eyes and his glowing orbs winked out, returning to green.

Yshomatsu woke with a start, covered in sweat, gasping for air.

What in the world was that? Ysho had never felt fear or lust like that before. He sat up in bed shaking. Every shadow jumped out to grab him. He started to hyperventilate as the room closed in on him.

It took him a while to calm down. He realized where he was, back in his room. The dream had shaken him to the core. It had felt so real. But it couldn’t have been. He had started to morph into something at the end.

Everything from his clothing to his sheets were soaked with sweat. He hadn’t even noticed until he felt the chill run up his spine. Quickly, he rose and disrobed. With a new set of under robes he set out to change his sheets.

One of his magic wards started to buzz. He had placed quite a few of them; and each would alert him to a different type of intruder. While others kept things out. For humans he had one that would make them confused and forget their reason for engine his run-down shack above ground.

The ward that was buzzing now let him know a messenger raven awaited him.

He tilted his head in confusion. His order didn’t use birds anymore. After discovering the dream state, they had no reason to retain the primitive form of communication.

The ageless monk made his way up the ladder entrance to his home. Dispelling the sand magics with a flick of his wrist. Once the powerful gusts of wind died down, he opened the hatch and climbed out into the run-down shack.

A black raven sat on the lone table tilting its head at Yshomatsu. It crowed once and hopped towards him. A parchment had been wrapped up and attached to its leg. How uncivilized.

Monks have been found asleep in various stages of decay. We can’t wake them up. Everyone is afraid to use the dream state. Please help us, end your self-imposed exile. ~ Zoticus

Yshomatsu stares at the parchment in incredulity. It couldn’t be a coincidence, the dream, now this? If the dream had been real…how could he explain the transformation? Despite his disbelief, he couldn’t ignore a plea for aid by the order’s elder himself.

While his research was important, it could wait. Perhaps it was all connected. He had started to feel a strange presence. A tug on his mind he couldn’t explain. He exiled himself to try and find answers. What if the answers had found him first?

In the twisted dream he had walked in blind, unprepared. He wouldn’t make that mistake willingly. There had to be a book in his possession that would be of assistance. He rolled up the note and placed it in a pocket.

The raven hopped onto the monk’s shoulder as he climbed down the ladder and closed the hatch. With his mind occupied he didn’t bother activating the sand spell.

With a determined focus he headed for the library. Making a quick stop in the kitchen to feed the raven.

During his self-imposed exile Yshomatsu sought answers to explain his extended life and why he felt the woman, like a persistent thorn on his mind. As he entered the impressive room filled with books the torches flared to life.

He had one book in mind. A book he had found over a hundred years ago, about demons. A collective force, humans neither understood nor knew much about.

After a few hours of searching he came to the leather-bound book he sought. Flipping through the pages describing many different demons he finally came to the section covering one that sounded like what he saw in his dream. A type that were physically weaker than others. The first demon listed in the section was the succubus. Bold writing at the top stated, “Though the succubus is one of the weakest demons known to man, she is also perhaps the most dangerous.” It went on to detail how the demon never needed to fight due to the fact that no mortal could resist her charms.

A sick feeling filled his gut. His dream made sense now; given how easy it was to fall under the succubus’ spell. Determined to find a way to defeat her quickly, he kept reading.

The pages were filled with details of how the demon feeds on the human soul through sexual acts. It even showed pictures which—unbeknownst to Yshomatsu—combined with the memory of his dream was causing a reaction within his robes. He began to touch himself while staring at a portrait of a succubus’ face.

A few moments went by before a moan escaped his mouth. Shocked by his unconscious actions he shook his head to clear his thoughts. The monk worried how easily this creature might tempt him again. For it attacked a man’s weakest, vulnerable side. He rubbed his eyes and continued to read. The book detailed, once a succubus haunts someone; the only way to purge it is to summon and banish it. Something felt fishy about that part. The book didn’t go into much detail regarding the banishing. It focused on the summoning, and in the back of Yshomatsu’s mind he sensed a trap.

Hoping it wouldn’t come to that, Ysho put the book aside. He was determined to practice a few binding spells before entering the Dream World.

With his mind made up the monk wrote a reply, rolled it up, and attached it to the raven’s leg. He set it loose outside and watched as the black form slowly faded from sight. Ysho felt reluctant but resigned to his duty. It couldn’t all be a coincidence. The strange presence and tug on his mind. Then the dream and now the cry for help?

It had to be connected to his long life and strange powers. Deep down he wished he had all the answers. What had happened to him and his young apprentice that fateful day over a hundred years ago?

What dark power granted him ever lasting life, quick reflexes and unnatural healing? The thought troubled him more than ever. If only he could remember!

Later after growing bored with the limited details in his books he decided to train.

Yshomatsu’s workout room was filled with the sounds of warfare. Pieces of dummies scattered all over the room. His body spun in the air, and his staff moved so quickly it appeared as though a shield was formed around the monk. Martial arts mixed with spells gave him the tools he would need to fight the demon from his dream. Or so he hoped.

Many hours later he slept, exhausted. Luckily no dreams came to him that night.

In the morning his journey to the old cave in his dream would begin. The trip would take him past a few villages until he reached the mountains in the east.

When he exiled himself to his desert home the surrounding lands were under attack by the Horadric Legion. A kingdom from the southren jungles seeking to expand their territories.

Yshomatsu would travel at night to avoid possible interaction with soldiers in the area. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself. Especially if they were already on edge and eager for a fight.

One of his new abilities—that frightened people—allowed him to see at night. A form of night vision. His green eyes would glow brighter until they appeared to be smoking.

Out in the middle of nowhere he enjoyed the ability. Yet when he closed in on civilization, he would wrap a thin cloth tightly around his eyes. It forced him to reach out with his other senses. A worthy skill the monk order taught to all their students. It was used to prevent their eyes from playing tricks on them in the dark.

He felt relieved knowing he could walk around blind folded without scaring people with his glowing eyes.

He traveled for two days before seeing civilization. The desert sands slowly turned to fields or grass. Then plantations and crops with buildings scattered about. It wouldn’t be long before he had to pass through a village. He’d restock his supplies for the remainder of his journey.

The few people he saw regarded him with wary glances. Some where quick to close their doors or windows. So, things were still uneasy for the common folk? Perhaps the war never ended. Ysho kept his hooded cloak over his face, looking down. Armed with only a staff he wished to look like a traveler, not a bandit.

He walked at a brisk pace hoping to avoid any confrontations.

When the sun set behind him, he placed the blindfold over his eyes and took a deep breath. He had made it to the main road leading towards the village. All he had to do was keep walking, keeping the crops to his right.

Knowing there could be someone watching him at any given moment he used his staff like a walking stick.

A feint sound reached his ears from further down the road. It took him a moment to recognize it for the echoing patter of horses. They were approaching him fast. Yet, not at a sprint.

An armored man pulled himself onto his horse. Reports had come in that a strange man was heading for the village. Sir Drake as his men called him wanted to meet this man before he could cause any trouble.

The knight had been placed in command over the surrounding area and told to keep the peace. The Horadric Legion has conquered the land and were still meeting resistance.

The people weren’t loyal subjects yet, but they would be soon enough. Drake and his men weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty when times called for it.

A random, lone person hardly represented a threat. However, he could be a spy. Sent to scout the area. Who knew?

So, the knight and his men rode their horses out to meet him.

With nightfall quickly approaching he instructed a few of his men to bring torches. They galloped due west down the main road looking for a lone walker. They rode with a thirst for battle. It had been quite some time since their last encounter.

The knight and his men were restless. A group of men used to fighting weren’t comfortable stationed at a small village.

When they spotted the stranger, Sir Drake wasn’t surprised when he ducked for cover. The sun had all but set, leave an orange streak across the sky. Just enough light to see the man briefly before he hid from them. Drake chuckled with contempt. It appeared they had a troublemaker on their hands.

The type of person that hides from the village guards were the type he didn’t want visiting. His men lit the torches as they approached the man’s last known location. His heart raced with excitement. They’d have some fun to blow off steam tonight!

“Spread out men,” the knight called out. His men unsheathed their blades while fanning out in a wider formation. Two of them dismounted their horses before pulling their weapons from their hips.

Sir Drake’s horse stomped upon the ground, eager to be on the move again. A storm was forming overhead, rain slowly started to fall. Soon the dirt road would turn to mud. The men drew closer to the man’s hiding spot.

Once they passed by him he began to slowly move on. But a lone stone under his foot gave way.

The stone echoed as it rolled, just loud enough for the closest soldier to hear it.

“Get him,” the armored knight cried out. He watched in horror as the man moved like a blur painted on the horizon. Dressed like a peaceful monk with a staff Drake hadn’t expected to see such skill.

One by one the man knocked out all of his men. Their horses fled for the village. Not even one of his men had come close to striking the robed man. And they had swords against a staff!

Drake’s horse began moving nervously as the robed man stepped back into the road. The area was lit by the flickering fires of dropped torches, creating dancing shadows all around them.

The man slowly approached the Drake, staff tucked under his armpit.

“I don’t know who you are, but I can’t let you pass,” the knight said, voice crackling.

The man’s hood had been blown off by the storm’s wind, revealing his blindfold.

Lightning struck, providing Drake with a clear view of the man before him. He was shocked to see that a blindfolded man had defeated his entire squad. The man didn’t stop slowly moving forward.

“Very well,” the knight said as he grabbed his sword and kicked his horse to charge forward.

The robed man rolled to his left at the last possible moment, avoiding the downward thrust of the blade. Swinging his staff backwards once he was back on his feet, he smacked it into the horses’ back legs, causing them to buckle and lower the horse’s hindquarters to the ground. The knight slid off and rolled in the mud as his horse ran away, more frightened than hurt.

Now covered in mud, Drake rose to his feet and turned towards the monk who was now spinning his staff in a figure eight. The knight couldn’t fathom how a blinded man could move so quickly. Pushing all thoughts to the back of his mind he charged forward. The armor created loud noises that easily gave away his position.

Determined to run him through Drake attacked with rage. Yet, the man dodged swing after swing of the knight’s sword until finally one came too close. The very tip cut into the side of the man’s forehead, slashing the blindfold. Stumbling back from the blow, eyes blinking fast trying to adjust to the slight but noticeable light difference. His body reacted which caused his eyes to glow bright green as he returned to a defensive stance.

Sir Drake was blinded by the man’s bright eyes, throwing off his next attack. The monk used this time to strike a blow to his upper chest. Followed by a low cut behind his knees, sending the knight down into the mud, coughing for air.

The many years of combining Martial arts with magic had molded the monk’s body into the perfect weapon; able to perform acts like second nature that others could only dream of.

By the time Drake recovered the strange man was long gone. All around him men were groaning as they began to wake up. Each would suffer a headache for the rest of the night. He couldn’t get the seared image of the man’s bright eyes out of his mind. He made sure each man was alright before they all stumbled back towards the village.

Drake was determined to confront the robed man again. One of the horses hadn’t run completely back. So, Drake sent one of his men to retrieve reinforcements and meet him back at the village.

 

xxxxx

 

Yshomatsu tilted his head as the horses rode towards him. He listened to the echoing sounds. They weren’t casually riding out to greet a wanderer. They were moving fast, almost as if eager for a fight. He didn’t like the thought of that.

Thinking it would be best to avoid them all together he ducked off the path. When his ears heard a feint chuckle his heart fell. He didn’t act soon enough. Since they saw him, he most likely caused more trouble for himself by hiding than he would have by greeting them.

“Spread out men.”

Ysho winced when he heard swords drawn. He stayed down low, listening to their heart beats.

Having no other choice Yshomatsu acted. With his eyes closed he focused on the air around him. The sounds they made in their loud armor. The grunts before each swing.

One by one he slammed his staff into key points. Before long he stood alone without breaking a sweat.

Ysho took a step onto the road and heard the first man to speak. So, he had stayed back and watched his men fall. The energy he felt blasting off the man in waves didn’t calm his nerves. This man loved to fight.

He had tried to avoid confrontations for a reason. They served no purpose for one such as him. Setting his abilities, a side the realms of man didn’t interest any monk. They sought only to protect the world from unnatural threats.

Let mankind do as they pleased with their short lives. The monks just wanted them to have that chance. Rather than be subjects to other worldly beings.

Yshomatsu knocked the man off his horse. Sending him into the mud. Furious the man struck out blows that were easily dodged until one sliced the side of his face.

More shocked than hurt he stood there with eyes opened wide, blindfold sliding free. The darkness flashed to green as he watched the armored man’s fright. Stunned and blinded the man kept swinging.

Ysho stepped to the side, struck the man’s breastplate, then behind the knees. Now that he was down for the count the monk resumed his journey.

He could have handled that a lot better. Nothing like pissing off the local populace and endangering your mission.

When he reached the village Ysho decided not to stop. Instead he kept walking. He’d have to go slightly out of his way for supplies. But he figured it would be safer. He didn’t need the armored men finding him so easily, pissed, and out for blood.

When daylight came Yshomatsu arrived at an inn. He paid for a room in the back of the inn. The innkeeper had looked at his dirty robes but didn’t say anything. He just needed to regroup, resupply and get some rest. Walking all night had tired him more then the whole fight had.

Upon entering the room, he gazed around, it was small. Perfect he thought, keep a low profile and slip away when the sunsets in the evening.

He sat down on the room’s small bed and addressed his wound. Luckily, it wasn’t deep. While resting he would focus his body to quicken the healing process. He relaxed back on the bed; his staff leaned against the wall nearby, easily grabbed if needed. Controlling his breathing he focused his mind on the injury. He could feel his body as it began to obey his will; the area around his wound throbbed and slowly closed, tingling a bit.

Bang… bang. He jolted up to his feet. Could it be the armored man? He wondered to himself. He reached for his staff, but the close quarters of the inn’s room would make the staff useless he thought. Better to fight hand to hand this time. The wound stung, bringing back the memory of the sharp blade in a flash, he wasn’t given enough time to heal it. The person knocked again.

Yshomatsu leaned up against the wall while he reached for the door’s handle. He opened it slightly and peered out.

“Sorry to disturb you sir but the innkeeper said you might be hungry,” said a pleasant looking maid in her early twenties. Yshomatsu lowered his guard and opened the door a little more.

She had long brunette hair pulled up into a ponytail, bangs hanging loose. A beautiful face with freckles. He smiled warmly while trying not to check her out. Though, he could tell she had a young, fit body.

“The thought hadn’t crossed my mind, but I must respectfully decline miss, I need rest more than food right now,” he replied. The girl looked disappointed while looking at his robes.

“Your clothes are covered in mud, would you like me to have them cleaned for you, mister?”

“I just wish to be left alone,” he gave a slight bow as he closed the door. The girl suddenly pushed forward, stopping the door from latching. Shocked by her reaction he wasn’t sure what do to.

“A knight was here looking for a man that fits your description!” She called out.

“What,” surprised by what she said he let the door swing open, she fell inside. He took a step out, looking down the hall to see if anyone was watching. No one was, he returned to the room and closed the door. Ysho bent down on one knee and offered his hand, helping the maid to her feet.

“Thank you, sorry I didn’t intent on falling into your room,” she said with a giggle.

“No worries. Now, what did the man say?”

“He described a man just like you and said he… err you, beat up the knight and all his men with a stick,” she looked around the room as she spoke before glancing at the staff propped against the wall. “Is that it?” she asked as she reached to pick it up.

“Don’t touch that, please,” he asked her, “did he say anything else?”

“Just that he was putting a reward out for your head, the innkeeper doesn’t like trouble, so he won’t turn you in until after you leave, but I had to see for myself.” He opened his mouth to reply but was cut off, “Ouch, did the knight do that mister?”

She reached up to touch his forehead, which caused Yshomatsu to wince in pain, caught off guard.

“Hey,” he swatted her hand away, “yes he did, now can you please leave. I appreciate you warning me, I need time to think.”

“Well, at least give me your muddy clothing to clean. Everyone will recognize you since you’ll stand out wearing those filthy clothes.”

Realizing she was right he reluctantly gave in, “fine, you have a point.” He untied the cloth around his waist and removed his outer robes. Leaving him in his inner robes, which consisted of a sleeved shirt and pants. He folded his robes and handed them to the charming girl. “Please let me rest now.”

She took a moment to reply, distracted by his plain clothing, looking over his body. Slightly disappointed for the robes didn’t reveal any of the strong body she had hoped to see. “Ah, um I mean yes. I’ll have these back right away! My name’s Bree by the way,” she replied with a flustered tone. She spun on the heels of her feet and left the room with his muddy robes in hand.

Yshomatsu returned to the bed, determined to finish healing his wound. If the so-called knight was describing him to the small town; it would be easy to deny being that person if the wound from his description was missing.

His body ached from the long night and lack of rest. As the wound healed, Yshomatsu fell into a deep sleep. Memories of his dream reentered his unconscious mind.

His mind replayed images of the succubus’ blood red skin and raven hair flowing past her shoulders. She was stunningly exotic despite her leathery wings, long spade tipped tail and small horns just above her temples. His sleeping body reacted to the unearthly images; his manhood stirred to life. Somewhere in the deep corners of his mind a voice called out for him to wake up, but it went ignored and quickly forgotten.

Unbeknownst to Yshomatsu the finely chiseled maid was on her way back to his room with his clean outer robes. In his replayed dream he had just walked slowly into the center of the cavern. Standing in front of the succubus, he stared into her memorizing orbs. His moans echoed loudly in the small inn’s room, reaching the ears of the maid as she approached his door. Intrigued she leaned into the door, wondering what that sound was.

The young maid named Bree heard another moan; shaking with a cat’s curiosity she slowly turned the knob. She held her breath as she silently pushed the door open a crack and peered in, almost releasing a joy filled cry from what she saw. The monk was asleep on the bed obviously having a wet dream oblivious of her presence. Her cheeks reddened as her mind filled with dirty thoughts. The tent in his pants awakened her courage; taking a step inside the room and shutting the door behind her, silently. She threw the man’s robes on the floor before creeping over to the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest.

She raised a knee onto the bed before freezing in place, the man had stirred. In his exotic dream the succubus had just placed her arms around his neck, causing his body to shiver and a small gasp of breath escaped his mouth. She realized he was still in a deep slumber; the maid scratched her brunette covered head; pushing the hair out of her face, behind her ears. Renewed vigor flowed through her veins before she continued to slowly climb onto the bed at his feet.

Seconds later—yet, it felt like an eternity to her—she sat down on her legs, between his. Her heart raced, thumping loudly in her ears. For the moment she was content just to watch him squirm. Suddenly the tent in his pants twitched as he called out, “Yes!”

Biting her lip she was transfixed, unable to remove her eyes from his bulge. The young brunette moved a shaking hand towards the subject of her newfound fantasies.

Bree lightly touched the covered erection with her delicate hand before pulling back quickly. In his dream the succubus was behind him, removing his robes while her tail played between his legs. He couldn’t tell the difference between his dream and reality as the maid tugged his pants down his legs. She yelped with a pleasure filled cry as his manhood sprang free. She quickly covered her mouth hoping he wouldn’t wake, breathing heavily. The maid let out a breath of relief moments later when he didn’t even move. He was too distracted by whatever dream he was experiencing.

Hypnotized by his hard, twitching member standing proud, she couldn’t move. She didn’t know if she should continue or if she already had gone too far. Bree was unaware that somewhere in his mind he was trying to resist the creature tormenting his thoughts. His body continued to squirm and moan, breaking her out of her paralyzed state. She took a deep breath—she had come this far—she couldn’t back out now, she thought to herself.

She scooted closer to him, placing her knees down on his pants. In the back of her mind she thought it would prevent him from a quick getaway if he woke up. She leaned forward, reached out with both hands; lightly placing them around his throbbing manhood.

The succubus’ hands felt so good Yshomatsu thought within his replayed dream.

Yshomatsu couldn’t remove his gaze from the succubus’ sexy triumphant smile. Her arms were still around his neck, yet he felt good… really good. His excitement grew, with two petite hands rising and falling upon his manhood. Wait… her hands? He tried to clear his thoughts, to figure out what was going on.

The succubus moved her hands to each side of his face, pulling him into a lustful kiss. At the same moment a warm, a wet mouth encased his manhood, he moaned into the succubus’ lips. The same moan escaped his lips, caused by Bree boldly taking her fantasy to its next step. She quietly moaned into him as she bobbed her head, hands held tightly at his base.

For a moment Bree forgot the man below her was sleeping. She had gotten into the blowjob. She bobbed her head faster upon his tip, swirling her tongue along the most sensitive underside. The beautiful maid tugged on his manhood with both hands; bring them up with her head and tightly thrusting down as she took his manhood deep into her mouth.

Yshomatsu tried to break free of the succubus’ grasp within his dream only to cry out in ecstasy. The succubus pouted as he began to wake up. Upping her seductive charms to no avail.

His eyes fluttered open to a foggy world. The room reminded him of the dream he had just left. His eyes slowly, adjusted, his body felt amazing. Something tickled his skin; reluctantly he raised his heavy, tired head.

His eyes opened wide, shocked by the sight of Bree’s hair dancing lightly across his pelvis, “Wa… what… s-stop!” The monk attempted to get away but couldn’t move his legs. She was sitting on his pants that were pulled down to his knees. He threw his head back upon the pillow, hips thrust up involuntary, “Oh…so-good.”

“Mmm… good morning sunshine,” she licked her upper lip seductively. She squeezed his manhood before she returned to her blowjob. She put more enthusiasm into her actions, as she moaned loudly into him. “You… like it… ah… admit it,” she moaned between sucking.

“It’s forbidden! I’m a monk… for the love of all that is holy!” He bit into his hand, attempting to block out the pleasure he felt. It didn’t help; he let out a deep lust filled moan.

If he couldn’t resist a little maid, how could he ever expect to resist the succubus he thought.

Bree came up for air, delighted by what he said. “That’s so hot… is this your first blowjob?”

Her eyes were glazed over; she couldn’t believe she was giving this handsome man his first blowjob, so mischievous. The maid had never been so horny in her life.

Yshomatsu didn’t know how to respond, his body, however, did. The pleasure brought by her speedy hands caused him to moan and roll his eyes, his knuckles turned white, grasping the bed sheets tightly. Bree squealed with delight, as she lowered her head back to the task at hand with a wide smile upon her face.

He thought of ways to fight her off, shoving her off the bed or maybe pinching a nerve at the base of her neck. Ideas he would gladly use against the succubus, but he didn’t want to hurt this girl. Maybe it would be best to reason with her he thought. “Please…”

She pouted as she kissed his tip, licking up the pre-cum that leaked out. “Are you sure? Mister you’re so worked up.” She looked up into his eyes, crooked smile filled with mischief, her hands never stopped. “You won’t be able to think clearly for a week if I stop now.”

Between moans his mind took in what she said—part of him screamed ‘it’s a trap!’—his body basked in the pleasure she caused. The chance of thinking clearly was long gone as the former part of his mind lost the battle. Replaced by thoughts of defeating the succubus by allowing the beautiful maid to relieve his many years of pent up tension.

It made perfect sense in his lust addled mind.

As he hesitated, Bree giggled, “You need it, don’t you?” She asked in a throaty whisper. Twisting her hands on every up stroke, “Tell me… you need it!” she pleaded.

He moaned, “No…”

“You’re past the point of return. I can tell, come on baby, say it… tell me you need it!”

He could feel the tingling as his scrotum tightened. Somehow part of his mind still clung to the idea of resisting. That was until she sped up her hands. Smiling knowingly, Bree never broke eye contact as she broke down his will. She dropped one hand down to his base holding him tight; ignoring the sore feeling rising from her arm as she sped her stroking hand faster.

“Cum for me baby,” she moaned, a barely audible whisper.

He couldn’t hold on; she licked her lips. The fiery heat of her arousal increased in anticipation of passing his breaking point. Her pussy was soaked, and she hadn’t even been touched yet. She didn’t know what had come over her, but she had no regrets.

“Yes… it’s too good, I need it… make me cum!” he screamed.

“That’s it baby, you won’t regret it!” Quickly she pounced on his manhood, sucking on his tip as her hands became a blur. He threw his head back deeper into the pillow. His hips arched up as he exploded into her mouth. Pleasure he couldn’t have dreamed of spread throughout his body. Bree squeezed in time with his orgasm. She swallowed every drop she could. What little she couldn’t, seeped out the corners of her mouth.

She let go of him and leaned down, resting her head on his still clothed chest. She listened to his fast heartbeat as it slowly calmed down. He couldn’t move, caught up in the afterglow of his first climax in… he couldn’t remember how long. A sleeping beast within him had awoken. Too late he realized he had taken his first step into failure against the succubus.

“You may have just damned me, for my quest is to fight a being no sexually active mortal can resist, a succubus,” he blabbed out, instantly he regretted saying it.

“But they’re just a myth, to keep sexy men like you from us women,” she replied, as she looked up into his eyes.

“For the world’s sake, I hope you’re right.” He placed an arm around her as he fell back to sleep. Any doubt she had left her mind as he drifted off. She smiled and squeezed into him as her hair fell upon her face.

 

xxxxx

 

The sunset had begun as Yshomatsu’s eyes stirred. The failing light creating shadows in the small room. The monk groaned as he stretched out his arm. His other arm was under the young lady. She clung to him in a deep sleep. He took a moment to admire how beautiful she was, so peaceful and angelic.

He rose to his feet, careful not to disturb Bree. He slowly pulled him arm out from under her, placing her head gently upon the pillow. Then he pulled the sheet up to tuck her in. He hoped she wouldn’t get into trouble for skipping out on her duties.

He took a moment to grab something to eat from the leftovers of his earlier meal. Satisfied, he picked up his outer robes that had been thrown on the floor and put them on.

He tied his plain cloth belt around his waist. Walking over to the bed he placed his hand upon the sleeping beauty’s cheek in a gesture to say goodbye. Finally, he grabbed his staff. The sun had almost finished setting as he sneaked out the room’s tiny window to continue his journey.

The horizon appeared as if a brilliant painting of orange, yellow, and red. The few remaining clouds were fluffy and white. There was no sign of the storm that had passed through the night before.

The monk pulled his hood down over his face. He snuck out of the village unnoticed… or so he thought.

One man noticed his subtle movements between the shadows. Sir Drake had sent a scout to the highest tower. The man-made hand signals in the failing light. The knight had begun to fall asleep until one of his men bumped him on the shoulder. Drake gave a start, now fully awake.

He looked up at the tower to his man signaling. Finally, they had found the robed man! While he wanted revenge for the embarrassed defeat on the road; he sought answers most of all. Who was the man, and what did he want? Not to mention his unnatural eyes. They gave Drake the most pause. If the man practiced the dark arts he had to be dealt with.

The armor-clad man rounded up his men and marched east on foot after the monk. This time he had more men. His quarry wouldn’t get away, not this time.

The soldiers marched in a tight formation in rows of four. They were pushed to a risky pace by their leader. He was determined to catch up to the stranger. With his men wearing full sets of armor marching at such a brisk pace could leave them too winded to fight.

They had gone due easy close to two hours before coming to a mountain pass leading into the mountain range. There was no other place the lone man could have gone; Sir Drake had sent scouts ahead to keep an eye on their target.

One scout returned and struggled to catch his breath. He reported that the robed man had set upon a path leading up one of the mountains.

The knight turned around to face his men, “Leave a squad behind, make sure he doesn’t double back. Everyone else, with me.”

“Yes sir!” saluted one of the soldiers. Eight men stepped to the side and started to make camp. The rest marched on, up the slippery slope of the mountain pass.

They marched for what seemed like an eternity, the mountain proved to be a worthy adversary. The path turned for the worse with every step they took. Strong gusts of wind got stronger the higher they hiked. The atmosphere temperature dropped more than twenty degrees. Storm clouds were forming overhead, <I>not a good sign. </I>

Before long they were hounded by snow, blown in their faces. The dirt path had become too dangerous to travel in their usual formation. They were forced to go single file. The rest of his men fell behind as Sir Drake pushed forward; arm raised in front of his face to block the snow’s constant, brutal assault.

Startled by a sudden scream behind him, he turned to see… a flash flood spit built up snow, ice and mud down upon his men. The path was quickly washed away, along with some of his soldiers. The rest fell back, pulling those they could to safety. The knight was forced to stand there and watch some of his men fall to their deaths from the other side of the flash flood.

He had been lucky. Having pushed ahead from the pack. It could have been much worse as he pictured a massive avalanche sending them all to their deaths. He’d mourn the men he lost but he had to get the rest moving. The stranger would get away if they didn’t keep moving.

The closest man called out to his commander, “The path is gone sir. We’ll have to cut down some trees and make a bridge, but it’ll take some time before we can follow you.” There really wasn’t another way. The flash flood had created a steep slope where the path had been.

He nodded in agreement as he sighed, shoulders dropped. He had hoped to bring triple the men with him to bring the robed stranger to his knees. Now he would be alone, on a mountain that threatened to kill him before he even reached the man. The odds weren’t looking good.

Taking a deep breath, the knight gripped his blade’s hilt tight. He looked ahead, shaking his head and pushed on. If he could distract the man, maybe his men would catch up in time to help. The snow continued to slam into his body, threatening to bring him to his knees. Determination set in as Drake ended up crawling onward into a small cave entrance.

He coughed, gasping with the change in air density from the raging storm to the open cavern. He hadn’t realized how cold he had gotten; his steel and mail chain armor had frozen from the storm. He rubbed his hands over his biceps and chest to worm up, he would wait… until he warmed up before exploring the cave in search of his target.

It sure would be nice if the strange man was in the cave and not much further up the mountain pass.

 

xxxxx

 

Yshomatsu had reached the cavern system long before the storm outside had hit. He took some time to examine the old cave as he did in his dream a few nights before. Worry and concern flooded his mind, doubt with himself and the mission. The fire he made burned bright, bringing warmth into the area. Cross-legged upon the ground close to the fire he meditated, attempting to return to his calm center. A state of mind he would need to block out his foe’s charms.

Deep down he couldn’t believe he was doing this. He couldn’t stop thinking it was all a big trap. The dream and then a plea for help from the order’s elder.

He struggled to disconnect his mind from his body. He also had trouble removing the young lady, Bree and her actions from his mind. With her brunette hair shinning around her beautiful face. The monk feared that the young girl had awakened forbidden desires within him. Desires the succubus would be dying to use against him.

His body rocked back and forth as he concentrated. Once his body was separated from his mind, he thought of the Dream World. Slowly his mind departed into that dimension. His heart rate lowered beyond that of normal resting heart rates. His body relaxed into a deep sleep state; core body temperature decreased. To anyone in the waking world would pronounce him dead.

When his eyes opened next the monk let out a sigh. The Dream Dimension was exactly how he feared it would have been. Thick green fog filled the cave, making it hard to see all the thick vines that covered every inch of the cavern walls. He gripped his staff between his fingers as he rose to his feet. He noticed the foul taste from his nightmare wasn’t present.

<I>Good</I>, he thought, his preparations to disconnect mind from body had worked. Perhaps things were going to work out better for him after all. He made his way to the exit, blocked by a wall of thorny, slimy vines. He peered through a small opening in the thick growth.

He expected to see a strange alien jungle. Instead he saw the same mountain range he just hiked through, lit up by a bright full moon. The fog ended a few feet from the cave entrance. He pushed hard against the unnatural barrier to no avail. It seemed the game had changed. He turned back to explore the cavern system further. With each step he took the fog seemed to deminish until there was no sign of it.

In truth, he felt as if everything had been a trap after all. The air felt charged, agitated. His dream may not have been a warning but instead the first sign of corruption. He strode down a passage, he would not let his new feelings cloud his mind.

Before long he started to hear breathing in the distance. Multiple people breathing in fact. It could be the monks, or anyone. Rather than rushing to them, Yshomatsu slowed down. Springing the trap was the last thing he wanted to do.

He calmed his breathing by taking a deep breath before inching to the corner. The missing monks were sitting along another cavern wall, their hands were free, yet they all stared off towards something. They looked like they were hypnotized by whatever they were looking at. Yshomatsu could only guess as to what they were staring at… the succubus.

He backed up and leaned against the wall. This time would be different. He was determined not to hesitate and fall under her spell. He raised his staff in front of himself. Then took another deep breath and charged into the room; somersaulting in front of the sitting monks prepared to strike at… nothing.

The monks were staring at the cavern wall, in an empty room. Puzzled, Yshomatsu turned back to them. Their eyes were glazed over, the same as in his dream. His heart sank, everything pointed to his worst fears. Yet there was no sign of her; or the void entity she had arrived from.

He crouched down and checked their pulses; besides an elevated heart rate all the monks were fine. Some were deathly pale, but otherwise unarmed. The elder’s message had said monks were found in various states of decay. How long have they be trapped here? And, why here exactly?

This cave system had been the location Ysho and his apprentice had gone to interrupt a cultist gathering. Their lives had changed that day. Yet, neither of them could remember why. They had blacked out during the encounter; waking to find they had increased healing and reflexes. Later they realized they weren’t aging either.

Some of their order thought they were touched by foul magic and cursed by it. Others thought they were given a gift by the gods. Either way the two of them were determined to serve the world as its guardians rather than seek power and rule over it.

 

xxxxx

 

Unbeknownst to Yshomatsu the subject of his fears watched from the distance, smiling at her prey. Only someone powerful like him could bring her desire—to walk in the waking world—come true.

Many years ago, she had come to notice the monks walking consciously in the dream state. As she watched them, her desire to conquer a new dimension grew; to be free from her competitive sisters. However, none of them proved powerful enough to grant her wishes. Until one of her victims had mentioned an ancient monk, that had exiled himself.

Over the next decade the succubus had kept a low profile. She explored the countless sleeping minds wandering the lower levels of her realm. A week ago, she had found the focus of all her thoughts. Her victim hadn’t lied to her, he was powerful indeed. After searching for what had seemed like an eternity; the man was still young, in body at least. His soul radiated with pure white heat; such power sent chills down her spine.

She had planned the disappearance of a few monks and placed Yshomatsu’s name on the mind of their leader. All before she slipped into the man’s dreams, creating a scene he would never forget. The night before his so called elder—whom Ysho was older than—had called on him to investigate.

Now it was all coming to fruition. The succubus was eager to see how her powerful prey handled seeing her in the flesh. She stepped out of the shadows; into the open cavern and walked silently up to the monks, a smirk on her lips. Those already under her spell looked up into her eyes, their heart beats raced. Yshomatsu didn’t seem to notice since they hadn’t move or made any sounds.

She leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Miss me?” Followed by a quick slap to his buttocks.

Startled by hearing her sultry voice he almost lost his balance. He twirled his staff over head and thrust it back into thin air… she was already gone. The room filled up with a thick ambrosial smelling pink fog. Yshomatsu covered his mouth and nose with one hand as he swung his staff around with the other. In an attempt, to disperse the fog, by tossing the vapors around.

It must not have been working because he could make out quiet laughter from somewhere in the room.

“I’m impressed, I thought you would beg to feel the pleasure I gave you in your dream.”

“Show yourself and fight me,” he shouted through the hand covering his mouth.

“Why fight when you can fuck me instead?”

Enough of the new fog had gotten into his system; his body was slowly reattaching itself to his mind. <i>I must concentrate</I> he thought, as he closed his eyes, willing his mind to resist the fog’s effects. The succubus took that as a sign of his surrender and came out of hiding.

She walked up in front of him, her hips swaying with each step. A predatory smile upon her lips. His eyes slowly opened; taking in her beautiful red skin, long flowing raven hair. Her yellow eyes slit like a cat’s stared seductively into his. His focus moved down to her luscious lips as she licked them. Her smile showed off her sharp fangs.

With her next step her breasts jiggled subtly, just enough to catch his attention. He brought his eyes down her slender neck. His mouth dropped when his gaze fixed upon her ample breasts that begged for attention. Her breasts appeared slightly too large for her angelic body. Only she wasn’t any angel, a proven fact by the leathery wings similar to those of a bat, stretched out behind her.

Lower still—spawned at the base of her spine—a thin tail, tipped with a spade head, writhed like a serpent between her legs.

She approached him just like in his dream. When he had been transfixed by her appearance with the aid of the corrupting fog. She continued to slowly gain ground; delightfully, thinking he was once again under her spell. Her thoughts confirmed when he smiled; bringing his eyes back up to hers.

Closer yet, she was only a few steps from him.

“You want me after al—”

Cut off as he quickly head butt her. He slammed his staff into her gut, rolling to the side to undercut her legs. The sudden blows caught her by surprise as she fell back onto her wings. Before he had opened his eyes to take in her appearance he had successfully reversed the fog’s effect.

“Wrong,” he replied in a monotone voice.

Her eyes filled with pure black energy, replacing her cat like slits; filled with newfound anger at his defiance. She raised her feet and kicked Ysho back into the other monks. The impact slammed them all into the wall. Having lost grip of his staff in mid air, it rolled off to the side, far out of reach. She flapped her wings, rising off the ground before chanting in her demonic tongue.

Vines began to spawn from the ground and cavern wall around the monks, reaching out with minds of their own. The three with glazed eyes were overtaken easily without any resistance. Yshomatsu acted quickly, he jumped back to his feet and tore the vines closest to him out of the ground. He began to throw them rapidly at the succubus’ wings. She dodged the first half-dozen or so without hesitation, but she had underestimated her prey. A few got past her guard, slicing through her wings, two on the right, one on the left.

She screamed in horror as she fell to the ground. The vines stopped growing but remained wrapped around the other monks. Yshomatsu charged forward closing the distance between him and the succubus; as she rose to her feet, wincing in pain.

The two of them entered a close quarter combat dance. Yshomatsu’s face remained calm even as he pressed the attack, striking faster with each move. She let a smile slip as she parried each of his attacks, gradually extending her claws. With her wings folded tightly behind her. They were out of commission until the wounds healed.

Their dance went on for a few minutes; she had always enjoyed toying with her prey. She wanted to tire him out before she took her time and savored breaking down his will.

“My turn,” she squealed.

She picked up speed, spinning around to whip him with her tail between strikes. Yshomatsu dodged as best he could, but she was getting too close. Her claws tore into his robes, barely missing his skin.

In his effort to keep her claws away an opening presented itself to her. She thrust her tail into his pants and toyed with manhood. Her mouth hung open, cheeks turned a darker shade of red, flushed with excitement. Instantly his hands rushed after her tail, in an attempt to pull it out.

His reaction went exactly as she thought it would. She giggled that girlish giggle when she got her way. The succubus grabbed Yshomatsu by the neck and pulled him into a kiss. His hands were occupied in his pants, unable to fight her off. She moaned as she forced her tongue into his mouth to massage his.

In an instant his mind became aware of everything. His manhood began to grow as his hands relaxed on her tail. Before he realized it, he was returning the kiss with forceful need of his own. His mind struggled to regain control.

Pleased with herself, she allowed her tongue to leave his mouth. Reluctant to let hers go, his tongue followed before she closed her mouth around it and sucked. She was rewarded with a deep groan that rose from deep within his chest. The simple pleasure of having his tongue pulled and sucked sent his mind soaring.

Moments later she ended their kiss by taking a step backwards, one hand still holding the back of his head. Wanting to force him to come to her, she massaged her breasts with her free hand. Her breasts captured his gaze.

“Come… taste my sinful flesh,” her voice, husky with lust. Her tail squeezed rhythmically to reward his actions with more pleasure as he took a step forward. He bent down with the aid of her hand still around his neck. When his lips latched around her areola he began to lick and suck eagerly. She massaged the back of his neck with her hand as she squeezed her breast with the other.

“That’s it, drink.”

Demonic milk spilled forth into his mouth, the moment it touched his tongue sparks exploded in his brain.

“Drink and become my slave.”

The explosion in his mind had the opposite reaction and flooded him with clarity. This clearness of thought caused him to cough, releasing the demonic milk flow from her breast. Had he drunk any more of it, things may have turned out differently. He tightened his grip on the succubus’ tail and yanked it painfully from his pants.

She hissed her disappointment and kicked him to the ground where he continued to cough up the excess milk. He rolled over onto something hard, taking a moment to clear his vision he realized he had rolled onto his staff.

Yshomatsu rolled back over onto his back and performed a kick up maneuver to quickly get onto his feet. Milliseconds later he kicked his staff up; it flew at the demon before smacking her in the face and returned into his hands as he returned to a defensive stance. His claw torn robes ripped further with his quick motions and fell free from his body. Many pieces fell to the ground but those still attached hung loosely over his belt.

“Couldn’t resist showing me some chest hair,” the succubus asked while laughing maniacally. Her sarcastic tone displayed her anger with him. Only to be replaced by a sparkle in her eyes upon seeing his raging hard on tenting in his pants.

Focus… focus damn it, he thought, as he struggled to control his breathing.

“I’ll make a deal with you handsome.”

“What,” he asked, thrown off by her sudden change of attitude. His clouded mind couldn’t comprehend the trap.

“I said I’ll make a deal with you; I don’t want to fight anymore.” She stretched out her arms and let out a little feline squeak before striking a sexy pose, “I want to kiss you, one last time.”

“One kiss and you’ll let us all go, just like that,” he asked. A part of his mind screamed trap, but the demonic milk’s effect had seeping into his head. The brief moment of clarity slowly faded away.

“If that’s what you want when I’m done,” she replied, seductively licking her lips. She swayed her hips, moving her hands over her body as if she was dancing to music.

“It is… It’s… It’s why I came here,” he stuttered as he watched her move.

“Really, is that why you came here,” she asked, as she looked down to the twitching mind between his legs knowing it controlled his thoughts. Her smile never faded.

He lowered his staff, “yes.” At some point he lost control and pleasure addled him mind. But, he hadn’t realized. His mind was too clouded with lust at the moment.

She leapt forward and slammed him into the wall. Once again, his staff rolled out of reach, only this time he didn’t notice. “You can’t stop me until I’m done, that’s the deal.”

He stared at her dark red lips, longing to kiss them. His dick twitched at the thought and he realized the trouble he was in. Even in his clouded state, Yshomatsu knew he couldn’t agree to her terms.

“No… this isn’t right, I can’t do this,” her perfume hooked into his senses. It brought back the memories that had been haunting him for days. She sensed this and began to rub her body against his. While wrapping on arm around his shoulder she reached down to grab his ass with her other hand.

“Oh, but you can, and you really want to.”

Her grinding hips felt so good, he almost lost himself. Then it struck him. All this time he had completely forgotten about turning into the dragon. How stupid was he? He may not have ever done it consciously before, but he had to try. He didn’t dream it for no reason.

He focused his mind, attempting to block out her rotating hips. This would be the moment, his one chance to turn the tide to his favor. He only needed to concentrate.

“Hmm, so much power, and soon it will be all mine.” A shiver went up her spine as she spoke.

He focused all his will into the transformation. He ignored the succubus as she sliced through his belt with her tail. She gripped his remaining clothing in her hand as she threw them off to the side.

<I>Almost there…</I> he thought.

“Got it,” he screamed out loud, as he opened his eyes with a flash of red light. A grin formed on his face as he ignored her tail once again as it gently massaged his balls.

The succubus didn’t even flinch, as if she knew it was coming. Yshomatsu focused all his might into the change. She locked eyes with him, licking her lips, turned on by the sight before her.

Nothing was happening. <I>This can’t be, it had worked before. </I> He was distracted by his thoughts only to be caught unaware as she leaned in.

“How bout that kiss sugar,” tricking the monk into focusing all his power was the only way to ensure her freedom. It was her after all, who gave him his dream. The false hope that his years in isolation would pay off. Her nether region flooded with arousal and anticipation.

“What…no…” cut off by her lips pressing into his. Her hand rose up his back. Her claws lightly scratched along the way, coming to the back of his head, pulling him into her kiss. His body overdosed on her lust. He stared into her eyes, first in shock, then captivated by her.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she sucked on his lower lip. Her fangs sank into his lip. She let loose a few drops of her venom, just enough to keep him from fighting back. She continued to suck his lip, savoring the taste of blood mixed with her addictive sedative.

“Ahhh,” was all he could muster before she began to kiss her way down his jaw line to his neck. Before the poison set in he tried with all his remaining willpower to push the succubus off. He pushed into the luscious orbs of her breasts. He could have sworn his hands had been lower on her body. The feeling of her flesh giving way to his hands caused his manhood to twitch with need.

“Stop me… and… your friends… over there die.” She moaned between kisses, her lips never leaving his skin. She slowly descended his chest, leaving a wet trail. His hands extended down with her body, reluctant to let go. Her tail slithered away with her descent, feet back on the ground.

“This isn’t happening, it’s so…” The poison settled into his blood stream; denying him everything beyond the thought of stopping her. His stomach and abs twitched as she tickled his skin. She lowered to her knees, her mouth sealed around his bellybutton, tongue licking within. His hands dropped to his sides. His whole body desperately wanted her to go just a little lower.

In the next second; she descended into his pubic hair; chills ran through his skin in a rush to alert his brain. Her hands had lowered to cup his firm ass, claws digging in. Her chin lowered, pressing his thick rod level to the ground. For the first time since her descent she broke eye contact, as she arched her head down to kiss the base.

His body trembled against his will, delighted in her actions. Deep down his will began to join with his body’s desire for her to continue. Flashes of Bree waking him up entered his thoughts. His need for release drove his thoughts to wonder how the succubus would feel, compared to Bree.

The last stretch from base to tip seemed to last an eternity to tho monk. His manhood throbbed each time her tongue made contact between each kiss. The moment finally came when she wrapped her moist tongue around the base of his mushroom head. A loud moan of pent up desire escaped his lips.

Her clawed hands suddenly dug deeper into the flesh of his ass, roughly forcing him to thrust forward. The momentum mixed with pain and pleasure shoved his manhood down the succubus’ throat. He rose onto his tippy toes, arching his back. In response she began to hum, which caused her throat muscles to vibrate around his tip.

He gasped as his heart skipped a beat. Hands rushed to her head, holding her tightly in place. The succubus had no need for air as she turned up her humming another notch. Yshomatsu could feel his ball sack tightening already. The pleasure was far greater than he ever expected. His focus shot to the sight of her ass behind her folded wings. Her tail whipped back and forth as she waved her ass around.

Thoughts of the leather-bound book from his study formed in his head. That detailed how the soul is sucked from the body.

In his distraction he never noticed the succubus sink her fangs into the base of his manhood. She unleashed more venom into his system. He was quickly coming upon his climax.

Somehow, he knew he had to hold on. Then suddenly she let go of his ass. Unexpectedly releasing her hold on him as she leaned back to sit on her heals. His manhood bounced up and slapped his lower belly with a loud smack.

Shocked and disappointed a knot formed in his throat. She looked up into his eyes, running a finger along her upper lip. Her tongue licked in the opposite direction as a smile formed.

“Mmm,” she snapped the fingers of her other hand and her captive monks vanished. “I’ve upheld my end of the bargain. Do you… want more?”

Now was his chance, all he had to do was muster all of his will and say no. He staggered, chest heaving. He opened his mouth but stopped himself before he shouted out his body’s need.

“No,” he finally managed to say, closely followed by a quiet moan. <I>Weird why did I moan</I>, he wondered.

The succubus let out amused laughter, “Your body doesn’t agree with you sugar.”

Another moan escaped his throat, this time louder. It was joined by a pleasant feeling spreading from below. Reluctantly he looked down. His eyes went wide at the sight. Even though his mind was screaming no, his hands worked with a mind of their own. They desperately squeezed his manhood between thrusts.

“You can’t resist me, can you darling?” She squealed with mischief.

<I>This can’t be happening, </I> he thought, but it felt so good. Just then, he spotted two little puncture wounds at the base of his manhood. <I>That bitch! I’ll shoot it in her eye and make her regret it, </I> he thought. The poison filled pleasure took over his rational thinking.

“Yes, that’s it, give in and give me what I want.”

Anger fueled him. The poison spread throughout his whole body. The need for release had never felt greater. His hands sped up; eyes stinging from the lack of blinking. He couldn’t take his eyes off the gorgeous succubus, impatiently waiting for her reward. He would give it to her alright and take out an eye in the process!

“Do it! Bath me in your essence. Open yourself to me, let me in.”

The pressure was at its peak once again. His back arched again as he screamed out in ecstasy. Jet after jet launched itself onto her face. She squealed with delight as he moaned out loud, releasing all his breath along with everything within his sack. Before long the succubus’ face was covered in his jizz. He collapsed down onto his knees, utterly spent and exhausted.

“There’s a good boy,” she said, her voice filled with excitement. His vision went blurry, but he could of sworn he saw her skin absorb his cum. In a moment her glowing red skin was clear as ever.

Yshomatsu’s body slowly disappeared from the Dream World. “See you soon sugar.” She blew a kiss to him and winked. His eyes never left her body until his vision faded to black.

 

xxxxx

 

He opened his eyes, his vision blurry and unfocused. He was back in the waking world. The first thing he noticed when he realized he was awake; was the fact that his lower robes were soaked. He let out a sigh, <i>I soiled myself, </I> he thought. He tried to move his hands; they were shackled. He jolted up to a seated position, now fully awake.

“What’s going on,” he called out.

“Good morning… monk, I assume that’s what you are,” replied a man’s voice from the shadows, the voice was filled with hate. “Quite the dream you had, disgusting, I might add.” The man took a step into the light of the dying bonfire.

“You… what are you doing here,” he demanded.

“I’m taking you in, for the assault of the majesties’ men. You’ll be coming back with me… to be hanged,” Sir Drake said with a smirk.

<I>Trouble follows you everywhere, doesn’t it, sugar. </I> The thoughts entered his mind. Panic filled his heart. That wasn’t his voice in his head. What had he done?

A puzzled expression filled the monk’s face, “No, this can’t be happening.” He raised his shackled hands to rub his temples.

“Did you really think you could get away with it?”

Yshomatsu looked up at the knight for the first time, “I… I wasn’t talking to you. The world is in danger.”

A flash of rage took over this man clad in armor as he closed his fists. The man regarded him like a bug, insignificant. “I want to know how you bested my men blindfolded. And, how you created that blinding light when I cut it from your face,” he demanded.

“You guy made so much noise; I didn’t even break a sweat.” He looked back down to his robes and sighed with disappointment in his failure. He truly was in over his head.

“Tell me about the light or I will beat you to an inch of your life until you talk.”

“There’s nothing you can do to me that’ll even come close to the trouble I’m already in.”

With that Sir Drake lost his temper, striking his prisoner again and again with his fists. Blood flowed like a river down the monk’s face, yet he couldn’t help but laugh. “Did I hit a nerve oh holy knight,” Yshomatsu laughed, coughing out blood.

It might sound odd, but he felt like he deserved the beating. Not for the reasons he’d been given it of course; but because he had blindly walked into a demon’s carefully laid trap. He’d been arrogant and cocky, thinking he could win.

The sounds of clanking armor could be heard down the cavern tunnel, the knight’s men had finally caught up. Swords drawn, ready for combat, “We’re…” Their leader raised his hand to show he wanted silence.

“Secure the prisoner,” he said to his men, before he kicked the monk square in his chest.

Ysho let out a cough filled with blood as he violently slammed backwards onto the ground. A flash of white light filled his vision as his head cracked on a rock. His body was knocked unconscious, but his mind’s eye began to focus and clear the white light. A figure formed out of the light, Yshomatsu recognized her instantly.

The succubus lay beside him; she rose up on her elbow into a sexy pose. A smile upon her demonic face as she licked her lips, <i> ‘Thinking of me in a time like this, naughty, naughty.'</I> A shiver ran up his spine, bringing him back to reality.

He was being dragged out of the cavern and into the storm. The wounds on his face stung, he focused as much as he could to heal his face, just enough to stop the bleeding. The amount of focus required was difficult to achieve while being dragged, yet, not impossible.

Heavy snow and wind assaulted the mountain side with growing force. The dirt path was now covered in three feet of snow; creating a near impossible escape route from within the mountains. With only one way to go, following the path.

In the brief moment while the knight and his men were contemplating on the best way to proceed, Yshomatsu staggered to his feet. The stunning image of the demoness lingered on his mind as if placed there against his will. She appeared as if a semitransparent specter floating for only him to see. To torment and haunt him.

The knight stepped close to the edge of the cavern observing the storm. He recalled the slight landslide earlier and quickly thought of an idea. “Tie yourselves together; we’ll go in two groups. Protect the men around you. Tread light and slow, there’s no time to wait out the storm,” Sir Drake said as he placed a makeshift noose around the monk’s neck, “Just in case you try anything.” He then tied the other end to his own waist.

The monk’s bloody and bruised brow lowered into a distrustful glare at the knight. His intentions lost as that familiar voice entered his mind again. <I> ‘Wouldn’t you rather be tied up by me, as I have my way with you?’ </I>

“Get out of my head,” Yshomatsu hoarsely whispered into the night sky.

“Shut up, lead the way prisoner,” replied the knight as he kicked Ysho forward out of the cavern and into the snow-covered path. The monk slipped to his knees, choking himself on the stretched robe around his neck. Once again, he had to stagger to his feet, only this time gasping for breath. His hands desperately tried to grip around the noose to relieve tension. He took one step forward and begun the long and freezing, cold journey back to the village.

Sir Drake stepped out second, closely following his prisoner. Fifteen men in total were tied off in the first group. The second stayed behind in the cavern’s warmth just a little longer. They weren’t eager to journey back into the storm. Quite a few of them wondered why they couldn’t have just waited out the storm.

The wind howled and screamed at them as they slowly inched their way through the snow. Sight was limited to a few inches in front of their faces. Yshomatsu took each small step with the utmost care. A violent gust of wind slammed into his side, almost knocking his feet out from under him. He reached out quickly to grasp at anything to keep his balance. A handful of tree branches bent over by the thick snow filled his hand, saving him from a face full of freezing cold snow.

The knight grabbed his shoulders to pick him back up to his feet and pushed him forward. “Keep moving,” he said. For what seemed like an eternity they inched further down the mountain. They eventually came to a narrow part in the path. The snow masked any markings or signs of the earlier landslide.

As his feet sunk into this patch of snow Yshomatsu could sense the difference in texture from the frozen dirt path. <I>Strange, the knight’s men must have placed some tree logs down, </I> he thought. The logs were coated in a layer of ice underneath the snow. A cruel smirk formed upon his lips as an Idea came to mind.

Once he had stepped back onto frozen dirt, he began to count his steps. After a few men passed over the area he made his move. He pretended to trip, grasping at his neck to prevent the robe from tightening. He yanked on the rope on his way down into the snow. The knight and two more of his men were pulled forward into the snow beside him.

The few standing on the logs slipped on the layer of Ice underneath them. One man’s feet slipped out from under him, crashing his face down into the ice. His limp unconscious body rolled off the cliff; hanging between the two men around him. In a fit of panic, they slowly they followed, sliding to the edge.

Screams could be heard from behind the knight which caused him to turn. He quickly wiped the build up of fallen snow from his eye lids just in time to see the horror. The men in the middle of the rope, fell over the cliff. “Grab on to something,” he called out. Hoping it wasn’t too late. The next closest man over the edge desperately clawed at the ground. Before they knew it, four men were hanging over the cliff, all screaming for their lives.

The mountain began to make cracking sounds, the inevitable sounds of an incoming avalanche. The last man in the long tied together group plummeted over the edge. Falling with such momentum that when he reached the end of the line, he whip lashed forward, snapping his spine. The mere force of his descent pulled four more men forcefully off the mountain.

Realizing it was too late, the frightened knight called out for one of his men to cut the robe and save the rest of them. Everyone still on the path was too concerned with holding on for dear life to hear the orders. The others were too busy flailing their limbs around as if they could fly to safety.

“Someone CUT the rope before we all die,” yelled back the knight. He had stabbed his sword into the ice, in an effort, to hold on. The whole line was slowly being dragged towards oblivion. In the panic all he could think was how horrible of an idea it was to tie everyone together. He regretted, having not taking a moment to clearly think. Perhaps it would have been wiser to wait out the storm, if only he had patience and not let anger blind his judgement.

The next man’s feet hung over the edge as he was pulled out to his mid-section. His hands had been dug into the snow, nails scrapping into the frozen ground. Blood trailed as he was dragged even closer. Pure panic was written all over his face.

The highest up the rope of dangling men reacted, grasping his sword between his freezing fingers. He pulled it from its sheath and cried out as he selflessly swung, cutting the robe… below him… Seven men screamed in horror as they fell to their deaths.

With the weight lifted from their backs the remaining men pulled the two left hanging back onto the path. The one that hadn’t quite fallen off the path sat with his back to the mountain. He brought his shaking hands up to be inspected. His gloves had been torn and his fingers were in bad shape from the desperate attempt to save his own life.

In all the confusion Yshomatsu had untied his binds, lifted the makeshift noose from his neck and bolted down the path. In the thick layer of snow his efforts were clumsy and slow which made him exhausted quickly. His head throbbed from the knight’s earlier beating.

Once the remaining of his men were safe Sir Drake looked ahead to see his prize attempting to ‘run’ away.

“To your feet men, our prisoner is getting away,” the knight ordered. A few of the men picked up branches and stones; anything around them. They began to throw them at the monk as Drake tried to close the distance. His armor had gone stiff and heavy in the storm.

A stone whizzed past Ysho’s ear, as his mind began to giggle at him. Confused, Yshomatsu’s movements were slowed. <I> ‘Nice try lover.'</I>

He shook his head in an attempt to force the being from his mind. <I> ‘You can’t escape now, where’s the fun in that?'</I>

An image of the succubus bent over popped into his head. He was distracted for only a moment, but a moment was all it took. The knight jumped forward to tackle him into the snow.

By this time the second group caught up with them. After hearing the distant screams, they had stepped up their pace. Upon reaching the narrow log bridge they were greeted by the sight of their fellow soldiers. Many men were missing and the few left, were seated in the snow, frightened, and exhausted.

The mountain had enough of their echoing screams carried by the harsh wind. Its cracking sounds increased. The mountain side exploded with activity as if the very gods knocked off its peak. Snow picked up speed as it plummeted down creating a massive avalanche.

It all happened so fast no one had any time to prepare. The avalanche crashed down upon everyone and continued without a care in the world. Those few men left in the first group hugged close to the mountain. The second group having still been tied together let out horrifying screams as they became one with the avalanche.

 

xxxxx

 

Eight armored men sat around a fire looking towards the mountains. They had been left behind to make sure their commander’s target didn’t sneak out from the path. The outskirts of the mountain storm howled. Horrifying sounds were brought along with a cold gust of wind. The fire crackled, threatening to go out with the wind. One of them stabbed the fire with his sword to keep it lit.

A while later…off in the distance they could see a group of frozen men coming their way. The group was covered in snow and ice from head to toe, their armor was stiff and hard to maneuver in. To the untrained eye they looked like a pack of beasts, or yeti. The sight was worthy of legend and myth. It had been several hours since they left the warm shelter of the cavern.

“Sir Drake you’re alive,” called out one of the men seated around the fire. All of them rose to their feet and saluted their commander as he approached dragging the monk behind him.

“D-D Don’t just stand there, fools,” the knight stuttered, his whole body shaking from the cold. Drake fell to his knees in a coughing fit, those behind him staggered closer to the fire. The men that had been seated around the fire rushed to their comrade’s aid.

“Sir, there’s so few of you, what happened to everyone else?”

The knight looked over to the monk with pure hatred in his eyes. “They didn’t make it. Only eight of us survived the storm, two more succumbed to their wounds on our way here.” He sat down close to the fire, rubbing his arms with his hands, in an attempt, to get warm.

Yshomatsu chuckled humorlessly, he seemed unaffected by the cold, despite only wearing robes. “Rub your chest not your arms, your body will take care of the rest.” He told his captor. His thoughts were distracted by constant images of the sexy demoness. He secretly hated himself for being so foolish by thinking he could prepare himself to fight a succubus. Alone even, he’d been an idiot.

He had sought only to free his fellow monks. Though he had succeeded there. However, he couldn’t help but think that they were beyond help. Left as sex starved husks. Their bodies in various stages of decay. Had they died the moment their spirits reentered their bodies? The price Yshomatsu was paying for freeing them may have been too high. For the succubus now seemed to hold a mental link to his mind. A link the monk would do everything in his power to remove once and for all.

Sir Drake rose to his feet once he was warmed by the fire. “We have to get moving, the faster we get to a holding cell, the fewer chances he has to attempt another escape,” the knight said as he pulled the monk to his feet and pushed him forward.

Within the Horadric Legion there was a prophecy of sorts, perhaps simply a warning. It detailed a mysterious being of great power appearing in the world, that being would be a foreshadowing to the end of mankind. Sir Drake believed in his heart that this stranger was the being of great power; and he would put an end to it and be a hero to his king…to his people.

The sun began to rise off in the distant east as they made their way back to the village. Its golden light shined through the storm clouds in beams. It filled the remaining men with hope to see such a holy sign.

Drake was all too eager to get this over with. Once the monk was safely behind bars, he would prepare the gallows. The small village was adequate for the job, but Drake had little choice in the matter. The next closest town or city would be far too risky traveling to.

Along the way Drake told the horrifying tale of how the rest of his men had died in the storm, while the monk had attempted escape. Even though he didn’t make another attempt, Yshomatsu kept his eyes open for any opportunities. He only allowed himself a few distractions from the succubus, as if he had a choice in the matter. Once he even caught himself thinking of Bree.

The brief thought had caught the succubus’ attention. Although she didn’t let him know, she began to plot her entry into his world. This Bree would come to be a blessing, she was sure of that. The succubus stretched out her arms into the fluffy white clouds she laid upon in the dream realm, a shiver ran up her spin at the thought.

 

xxxxx

 

A week later the knight walked through the dusty streets back in the small village. His heavy armor shined brightly in the morning light. All signs of the mountain storm had been washed off, yet it still caused a chill down his spine anytime he thought about it. Sir Drake entered a small building that had been the village’s prison, holding cells were in the back of the old building. He didn’t acknowledge the guards he had posted as he approached his prisoner’s cell. They saluted him as he past regardless.

The prison was in poor condition. Iron bars rusted, slowly falling apart as the years went by without use. All save one, in the back of the prison, where a single cell had been rebuilt. The knight’s men had thrown some dry hay into the cell for their monk prisoner to sleep on. In the center of that cell sat Yshomatsu, with his legs crossed and his hands resting palms-up on his thighs.

Over the past week Sir Drake’s prisoner had remained in that same seated position. Calmly meditating, it annoyed Drake, immensely. The monk’s wounds caused by the knight and the avalanche had completely healed in that small amount of time. As he closed in on the cell Drake kicked the iron bars and coughed to bring all attention onto him, as if the monk didn’t already feel his presence.

“The time to hang is approaching… monk,” he stated with a smirk upon his lips. The response he got was far from what he had wished to receive. Yshomatsu’s eyes had remained closed, his face as calm as ever. Drake’s patience was at an all-time low, he had hoped to get a response. It would give him great pleasure to see remorse or even guilt on the man’s face before he hung, or ever better a confession to being part of the prophecy.

He couldn’t understand how the man on the floor before him had such great self-control or power. None of it made any sense to Sir Drake. While blind folded, the man had bested a whole squad of his men including himself on horseback. Yet any wound he had inflicted upon the man had vanished without a trace. Part of him wanted the man to hang and serve as an example; any resistance against the King’s men would end in death. The other part of him wanted to study the man. To find out if there was any truth to the rumored end of mankind. But, without any cooperation from the monk, Sir Drake couldn’t learn anything.

Sir Drake had considered feeding the monk at first but second guessed himself. <I>Why waste the food on someone you were just going to hang, </I> he thought. The little food he had access to would be best used to keep his men happy. Each morning he would wake thinking that today would be the day he would break his prisoner, get answers to all his questions. However, each day his wish was not granted, and he became angrier than the day before.

His thoughts were turning to torture, but the last thing he wanted to do was give the man a chance to escape, like he almost escaped on the mountain pass. Even if it meant he would never learn the monk’s secrets. The least he could do was put an end to the prophecy.

Sir Drake dragged his boots across the filthy floor impatiently as he paced back and forth. He took a few moments to study his prisoner. On the outside he looked completely calm, but there were small, hardly noticeable, signs of his distress. His skin for one was slowly going pale. His body was also showing signs of hunger; even if the monk wouldn’t admit it, his body was slowly eating itself.

A few moments passed. Sir Drake cleared his throat, about to speak once again. He opened his mouth but at the last second, he decided against it. <I>Perhaps the silent treatment would shake things up for tomorrows visit, </I> he thought.

The knight raised his head up high and turned to leave. An idea sparked within his mind. On his way out of the room he motioned for the posted guards to follow him, and to stand out of sight of their prisoner.

With the guards posted outside Sir Drake moved to the side of the building. There in the dusty alleyway the knight waited; peering into the room through a crack in the wall, excellent. Since the cell was recently rebuilt there was no fear of escape without aid. Perhaps with a little patience he would overhear a starving man blabbering to himself, revealing secrets.

It was a long shot. Yet, what did he have to lose?

Hours went by. The sun set before anything of note happened. Sir Drake sighed in disbelief. He had waited hours for the monk to do anything, anything at all. Yet all he did was lay back into the dry hay and drift to sleep. The knight cursed at himself for letting another day be wasted.

 

xxxxx

 

Days went by for Yshomatsu as he sat in the small cell meditating, hoping… no wishing that an opportunity would present itself to him. The knight would come in each day offering food while demanding conversation. Yshomatsu respectfully declined his offers, or did he? Nah he simply ignored the man while inwardly laughing. In reaction the knight had refused food each day. After a week he had started to feel weakness seep into his body, getting worse slowly each day.

Yet he held strong, meditating each day to keep his spirit up. Unbeknownst to his captor, the old building allowed rain to drop from the ceiling. Had it not been for the small amounts of water, he wouldn’t have held on for so long.

The distant sounds of footsteps echoed in the monk’s ears; something was off. The knight had already visited and never returned until the next day. With that, Yshomatsu leaned closer and paid close attention, squinting in concentration. And then he noticed it; the approaching steps were quieter, as if much lighter than a grown man in armor.

His thoughts were confirmed when the door opened and a familiar cute face appeared, her shoulder length hair was pulled up into a pig tail on each side of her head. She had a determined look upon her as she swayed her hips with each step, slowly approaching the lone guard on duty.

“Uh… ma’am… you can’t be in here,” the guard stuttered, placing his arms up with palms out to politely shove her out of the room. Bree slithered out of his grip to his side, before reaching up and violently slamming his head back into the bars. All the while giggling like an innocent girl that wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Yshomatsu jumped up from his cross-legged position on the floor, shocked beyond belief. The small girl had hidden strength one would not have believed. “What are you doing Bree?” The guard dropped to the ground with a loud thud, he was completely knocked out. Hope began to fill his heart; the chance to escape had presented itself finally.

“Relax sugar.”

“Sugar…” he was confused, she didn’t speak like that. “Whatever, the keys… grab the keys,” he pointed down to the guard.

“But I just wanted to have a little fun before you hang,” she grabbed his robes and pulled him against the bars into a demanding kiss. The monk’s surprised look never faded as he awkwardly tried to get out of her kiss.

“What… has gotten… into… you,” he attempted to say, his voice muffled by her lips. Her hands pressed tightly into the back of his head; her fingers were playing with his hair. He didn’t know Bree very well from their last encounter, but he knew well enough to realize she wasn’t this bold or confident.

In moments… once she realized he wasn’t going to return the kiss she let out a frustrated sigh; and released him from her kiss before stating, “What’s wrong sugar, you’ve been thinking about her all day.”

“Her?” He asked, even more confused than before.

Bree or the image of Bree anyways, pouted as an innocent little girl would, before she turned, leaned slightly forward and slapped her tight ass. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes blazing yellow with a wide smile showing off her pearl white… fangs… “What’s wrong baby; don’t you like what you see?” Her hand rubbed her ass in a circle before slapping it hard once again.

Yshomatsu was awe struck, there was no way this could be real. He must have fallen asleep while meditating, but it felt so real, the twitching bulge in his pants was testament to that. “No, I’m dreaming,” he closed his eyes and pinched himself, in an attempt, to wake himself up.

When he opened his eyes next his vision was blurry, and the room was dark. A voice in the back of his mind screamed for him to fully wake up. Yet the voice went unnoticed, his conscious mind didn’t comprehend his attempt to wake up and he slipped back to sleep.

The room now filled with the sounds of bodies slapping together, almost like the girls hand slapping her ass, but not quite. The slutty moan that followed brought the monk back to reality, or rather the reality of the dream he was stuck in. Pleasure rose up from his loins, followed by a moan of his own. When he looked down, his eyes couldn’t believe what he saw, he was actively moving his hips into the Bree-succubus hybrid. He stopped his body from moving before its next descent into bliss.

“Aww, why’d you stop thrusting baby, you know you want to,” she wickedly moaned back to him. Her pussy lips squeezed the tip of his dick, as if kissing him with a mind of their own. The sensation flooded his mind with pure lust, “Come on, fuck me… NOW!” She screamed.

His body reacted instinctively by thrusting hard, his hips slammed against the bars. The pain almost went unnoticed, his senses overwhelmed by the warm, wet pleasure that gripped him perfectly as if a glove. She squealed in delight as he filled her, the sudden thrust caused her back to arch. She raised her arms back to his, before pulling his hands up to her ample chest. He couldn’t resist as he gripped her flesh, the stirrings of his impending climax began as his balls tensed.

“See, you can’t resist me,” She laughed, victorious once again over her prey.

“No, I won’t give into you again… get out of my head, you foul demon,” he tried to separate himself from her but her neither reign closed into a vice grip at his base; while milking motions flowed up his length. She tightened her grip on his hands, forcing them to continue their caress of her growing breasts. Her body slowly changed from the pretty young, almost innocent body of Bree, into the luscious demonic figure of a sex goddess. All the while she continued to sinisterly laugh at his feeble attempt to resist.

“There is no escape lover, every time you go to sleep, you’ll be fucking me. Give in to your fate, and we can have some real fun.” While holding him in place, the succubus rotated her hips, grinding into his lap. Before long, his body went past the point of no return. She giggled before taunting him one last time, “here it comes, unleash that volcano into my womb!”

He couldn’t believe his body was once again giving into this demon. His impending doom was upon him, he rose up on tippy toes, arching his back in anticipation… the moment was…

SPLASH!

Suddenly he awoke with a start, like in those dreams where you are falling and right when you are about to hit the ground, you wake up, reacting/jumping to the impact that never comes.

The entire cell was soaked, including Yshomatsu. Sir Drake stood before the monk with disgust written all over his face, “time to hang you piece of filth.”

 

xxxxx

 

An hour later Yshomatsu stood on the gallows, once again with a noose around his neck. He was disappointed in himself; the thought of having his orgasm denied would not leave his mind. His body ached for release, the pain in his sack made him question how far the line was between dream and reality. If he lived through this mess, the first thing he was going to do was find a way to send her back to the depths where she belonged.

Meanwhile, the knight was giving some pointless speech to the surrounding people about respect and serving as an example. Yshomatsu wasn’t paying attention, completely lost in his thoughts until he saw her in the crowd. He looked away before snapping his attention back to her, in a double take not believing he saw her at first. Bree stood in the crowd with an odd expression, as if she was waiting for something, something the others around her weren’t. Her expression made him wonder if it truly was Bree or once again the succubus playing a trick on him. He waited for that fanged smile to appear, yet, it never did.

Sir Drake’s speech was coming to an end as he took a step to the side, placing his hand on the lever that would send Yshomatsu plummeting to his death. Yet, he hesitated, for at that moment the platform shook, ever so slightly. The monk almost didn’t feel it, but he could tell the knight was distracted by it. All thoughts of his all so mighty speech were momentarily put aside. The feeling intensified slowly, something massive was coming their way. And somehow, he got the idea that Bree knew about it.

In the next few seconds Yshomatsu’s thoughts were confirmed. The young woman began to make her way through the disorientated crowd, who were all looking amongst themselves with concern. As the vibrations increased so did the panic within the gathered audience. Even the pace in which Bree approached sped up. Soon she proceeded with determination, pushing her way through the people in earnest.

What happened next shocked everyone, surprising even Ysho, a stampede of wild horses entered the small town. The stampede was massive; every inch of open ground at the edge of the village had a panicked animal coming their way.

The crowd’s loud screaming almost overshadowed the sound of hooves as they became part of the chaos, each person fleeing the scene, or rather running into each other in their attempt to flee.

Bree had made her way to the platform and began to raise her small body up onto it. Unbeknownst to the knight, who stared out at the oncoming stampede with disbelief. She pulled a small kitchen knife from her belt and sawed at the monk’s bound hands. With his hands freed he loosened the noose and hugged Bree with newfound affection.

She reveled in his hug for a moment before bringing her lips up to his ear in a whisper, “jump onto a horse as they pass, we’ll escape before they come to their senses.” Yshomatsu nodded his agreement, not yet able to speak as he was still in shock of how far this woman was willing to go to save him.

The stampede entered the courtyard, trampling anyone foolish enough to be in their way. Something had the horses running for their lives, the sound of their hooves thundering through almost drowned out the screams of those in their path.

The knight ran his hands through his hair, unsure how to help. The village was being destroyed along with its occupants. Horses made their escape attempts through buildings, jumping out their windows or doors. A loud crash at the edge of the village pulled him out of his shock—a whole building collapsed in on itself—sending a giant dust cloud into the surrounding area.

Sir Drake turned; knowing the person responsible had to be the man about to be hanged. However, he stared at an empty noose dangling in the air, ropes that were tied around wrists lay cut upon the wooden beams at the gallows base. He let out a gasp of disbelief as he looked off into the distance. Sure enough, there was the monk on horseback with an unknown female accomplice riding off into the horizon.

“No! NO!! NOOOO!!!,” he screamed out, slamming his foot down in frustration. Just as two horses bumped into each other, sending the less fortunate one tumbling into the gallows. The entire platform shook as its support beams snapped, sending the knight screaming onto the ground. Debris trapped him as the stampede fanned out into the destroyed object like moths to the flame.

The entire stampede passed in what seemed like an eternity, yet, no more than a minute passed before it was out of sight. Along with any sign of the monk who had been about to hang. Those left standing rushed to anyone in need, many lay crippled or worse upon the ground. An hour passed before anyone made attempt to rescue the knight from the wreckage. The man in his despair made a vow to hunt, torture, and destroy the monk and his entire order for the trouble he has caused.

Vengeance now fueled his heart, with a side of doubt. If this man truly was the one to bring about the end of mankind, then it meant he had failed to end the apocalypse before it had started.

 

xxxxx

 

“Why did you rescue me, you don’t even know me,” he asked the young girl whose arms were around him.

“We had a moment back in the inn, I couldn’t just let you die for those outrageous charges, I had to do something.”

He pondered her words for a moment before proceeding, “and you just happened to have a herd of wild horses at your disposal?”

She laughed before explaining how she had paid someone to create the stampede. She left out the part of her dream filled nights ever since their meeting. Dreams full of steamy sex filled adventures. He seemed content with her answer as he turned their horse to a new direction.

Yshomatsu and his rescuer Bree dismounted their horse, a slap to the hindquarters sent the horse off to reunite with its kind. After her daring rescue Bree had allowed the monk to guide them. She thought he would know best on where to go. He had been awful quiet along the way; little did she know his mind was racing in distress. His mind kept repeating itself, as he secretly cursed himself for not taking the warning to heart.

<b> ‘Though the succubus is one of the weakest demons known to man, she is also perhaps the most dangerous.'</b>

He had kept the horse circling until the sun had set, wanting to keep his destination hidden. Mostly he wanted to make sure they weren’t followed. Now that he was certain they were alone he had allowed the horse to part from their presence. And continued to lead Bree to his home. Hidden, yet, in plain sight, where no one would expect.

They entered a small abandoned hut, and Bree expressed her concern, “Why are we…”

Yshomatsu smiled briefly, “What can I say; I need my privacy, welcome to my home.”

“You’re kidding right, this is a shit hole, literally.”

If he wasn’t so troubled, he would have laughed, instead he bent down. After a moment of silence Bree showed her impatience by tapping her foot. Only to jump back in surprise.

There was a sudden and powerful gust of wind. The sand at their feet blew out of the run down hut. Then Yshomatsu lifted up a trap door within the floor and proceeded down a ladder.

Before disappearing out of her sight the monk suddenly looked up at her and smiled, “told you I need my privacy,” he ended his jest with a quick wink before continuing down. Once at the bottom he waited a moment before helping Bree off the ladder.

He lit a torch and mumbled under his breath, a second later a series of torches throughout the compound lit up. With an outstretched arm he gestured around, “like I had said, welcome to my home.”

They were standing in an extensive hallway; at one end was a training room, with padding covering every surface; at the other end was a library that was filled with many leather-bound books. The monk headed for the training room but stopped short. He turned to the wall and pressed his hands against it, when he found the right pressure points, he pushed. The section of wall let out a hiss as dust blew out of its hinges before it moved inward and slid to the side.

“The bedrooms are in here, hidden away in case someone stumbles upon my home while I’m sleeping; I’ve been down here for longer than I can remember.”

“How long exactly,” Bree asked between coughs caused by the dust clouds.

“Let’s just say, so long that the outside world has changed quite a lot. New kingdoms came to power, like the one that the knight serves. The old ways fall to distant memory for all but those like me. We devote ourselves to keeping ancient evil out of the world. So, that mankind can live out their lives without the concerns of such things.”

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but think of himself as a failure, he was tasked with keeping evil at bay, not falling to his knees in submission to it.

<I> ‘Oh but it’s so much fun, isn’t it sugar?” </I> He shook his head in disgust at the sudden intrusion on his thoughts.

Bree misunderstood his sudden reaction and jumped at the opportunity to get close to him, “you need to lie down and rest.” She pressed her body against his side and rubbed his back and chest. She smiled when he didn’t push her away and slowly lowered the hand caressing his chest. She ground her hips into his leg, her growing heat and wetness could be felt through her clothing.

Yshomatsu hadn’t meant to let Bree this close but as soon as she touched him the memory of the succubus between his legs rushed back to mind. Trapped in the sudden bliss his body was feeling allowed Bree the time she needed to get her hand into his robes, continuing south to his growing erection. All the while the succubus was moaning within his mind. The sound of her fingers rubbing her clit was overwhelming.

‘You just can’t wait to be inside me, this resistance is just an act, isn’t it… Deep down all you want is to be a slave to the pleasures I offer.”

Soft hands enclosed around his manhood.

His eyes shot open, the pressure as she gripped him brought him back to reality, “no, stop… I need to eat; my body and mind are too weak to resist her.” And with that he stormed off to the library where he had a small kitchen in a back room.

Before he ran off she stumbled forward, caught off guard, “b-but wait, I don’t want you to resist me.” Before she finished, he was already gone, “grr-r-r,” she stomped the ground annoyed. Bree didn’t realize that the monk was having an internal struggle with an ancient evil and all her temptations weren’t helping.

Days had gone by slowly; the monk was struggling with reality. The fine line between Bree’s advances and the succubus playing with his mind was slowly fading. He spent most of his time in the library trying to find ways to get rid of the demon. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the demoness. Each time she tempted or forced herself upon him; sometimes even taking the form of Bree which only served to confuse reality even more.

His research kept coming back to summoning and banishing, it all seems too risky but at the same time it didn’t look like there were any other options. Later that day he prepared a summoning circle in the training room, with the proper candles the spell called for. The library he had kept had many useful things, but he never once thought any of it would be used for demon summoning. The thought caused a sudden chill down his spine, but he prepared the candles none the less. For a brief moment he thought getting a good night’s sleep before undertaking this task would be wise, and it would have been if not for the succubus filled dreams.

Bree had been secretly watching him set up the summoning circle from outside the room. Intrigued, she waited, wondering what he was going to do.

He had two books set off to the side. One he would use to summon the demon and the other he would use to banish her. He took a deep breath after he finished setting everything up. As he let out the breath he reached down and picked up the first book. Surprisingly the succubus had been quiet this whole time. He stared down at the page and began the enchantment. Wanting to get it over with before his nerves got the best of him.

The ancient book was in a dead language that had been translated into Latin; he spoke the Latin translation out loud. The words rolled off his tongue and before long a purple, pinkish mist began to form within the summoning circle.

The mist formed into a thick cloud, growing in density every second. The flowing vapor filled out the magic circle and seemed to test its limits, the result was a dome shaped thick cloud. At its center, it began to turn a shade of dark purple before turning black. Within the mist it seemed to start taking shape and form the silhouette of a woman.

Yshomatsu kept his focus on the book’s pages, attempting not to get distracted by the temptress forming before him. That didn’t stop Bree from staring into the mist from behind him. Perspiration on her brow showed how nervous, yet, turned on she was.

The succubus began to solidify, raven colored hair flowed past her shoulders as the majority of mist was absorbed into her body, leaving just enough to keep her form alluring. Her Yellow cat like eyes glowed brightly through the purple mist, along with that pearl white fang filled smile. Those eyes were distracting, even when he was focused on the book in hand.

The summoning enchantment was almost complete then he could move on to the banishment. He had only to ignore her presence a little longer and the world would be free of her.

Her demonic features began to form; two small horns grew out of the top of her head, poking through her hair. Two large leather wings stretched out from her shoulder blades before tucking back into their relaxed position. Lastly her slender tail slithered out between her legs with a mind of its own. It curled around her thigh and inched closer to her sex. Moments later she began to moan and slowly rock her hips into her thrusting tail. “I see you’re always looking at me,” Yshomatsu ignored her or else he would have noticed the demon wasn’t talking to him.

“Come on little fox, come closer, I’ll be nice to you if you’re nice to me.”

Yshomatsu was completely oblivious to what was going on as he desperately tried to finish the spell. Even if he had been paying attention, he probably wouldn’t have noticed Bree slowly inch forward from her hiding place behind him, eyes glazed over filled with lust. Hungry, and desperate. “I just want to play with you, I’ll give you what you want and then you’ll give me what I want and then we’ll be good,” the succubus purred, losing herself in the seductive act.

The demon temptress focused her attention to him now, she knew if she could interrupt his speech, if only for an instant, his power over the summoning circle would wane just enough for her pheromones to take over, “Take a step forward baby… Just a little taste and if you don’t like it, then you can take it out of my mouth. Come on, you know you want to.” He was determined to see this through, but her smile never faded. Instead it grew into a wicked triumphant and evil grin, as Bree closed the distance to her fantasy man.

Bree pressed close against his back; hands quickly made their way around his hips into his robes. Up until this point Yshomatsu had been able to keep from growing in the succubus’ presence, that quickly changed when Bree’s small soft hands gripped his half mass and began to stroke. “Well you aren’t backing off so…” She whispered lustily into his ear before closing her lips on his lobe.

He let out a shocked gasp, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing…” The succubus said in a husky moan as she unleashed her power upon the room, purple mist slowly filled the room. Bree continued to suck on his ear lobe as they both breathed in powerful pheromones. Yshomatsu grew to full attention instantly, causing Bree to grip and stroke tighter. His robes opened before the hungry succubus.

“Huh,” Was all he could muster in response.

“I told you I want to play with you.”

“You’re not supposed to play with me,” He struggled to resist and looked pleadingly at the book lying on the ground that held the power to banish her.

“Hmmm yeah I am, come on just one little lick,” she stepped to the edge of the summoning circle and tested it with her toe. Quickly she withdrew her foot as if burned by some unseen force. The monk’s spell was strong; if he had finished it flawlessly there would be no hope for her.

“Huh?”

“Just one little lick,” Bree pressed forward, slowly moving him towards the focus of both their lust. He put up little resistance as the young woman brought him closer to the demoness.

“Ah, see! You want it, come here,” She stared into his eyes as she lowered herself onto her knees. Only a few more inches and his manhood would enter her prison. She thrust her tail deep into her pussy and moaned, “Come heerree.” The moment Bree’s stroking hands entered the magic circle the succubus pounced on the prize within them. Bree’s hand vice gripped at his base as her other hand messaged his balls. Yshomatsu couldn’t help but let out a loud cry in ecstasy, somewhere in the back of his mind a small voice screamed at him to stop. Yet as with before the voice went unnoticed as the warm mouth of the succubus coated his thickness in her saliva.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” She asked after a long pause sucking his crown. “Yeah, come on shove it down my throat.” Bree was more than happy to help him as she thrust her hips forward, forcing his cock deep into the demons’ mouth. All the while Bree sucked hungrily at his neck. All of this was too much for her sex starved mind and body to comprehend.

“You took away my fuck-toys, so I’m going to use your dick to get off. Mmhmm, you’re going to keep me pleased while I’m bound by this magic.” She bobbed her head upon his cock a few more times, sucking in on the up strokes, until she felt he was close. Suddenly she backed off, leaning back onto her elbows before crawling into the center of the circle. She began to play with herself; the sound of her rubbing her clit in quick circles filled the room, along with her sexy moans.

“Hmm, are you going to come in here?” She stared into his glazed over eyes, all rational thought had left his mind, the only thing that mattered now was his impending explosion. “Come on in here.” He took a step forward, right to the circles edge and stopped.

“Listen to the sounds I make, come on! Step inside, you want to play with this wet pussy.” Bree fell to the ground, her senses overcome as her body begged for release. She quickly shoved her fingers into her aching hole. Yshomatsu was struggling with himself, some part of him desperately wanted to lunge forward. But somehow, he resisted, his legs trembled in mid step. Deep down she knew his intentions were to banish the demon. But her willpower proved weaker than his as she fell into the temptress’ spell with just one look into those yellow cat-like orbs.

“Come on. I won’t escape, I won’t go anywhere,” she twirled the fingers of her free hand, in a come-hither way that seemed to snare the monk. As if a fish caught by a hook and pulled forward, “Yeah, see? This is much better than back in the Dream realm isn’t it?” Once he stepped fully into the circle his senses were quickly overwhelmed by the full might of her pheromones. The purple mist was also much thicker within the circle and tickled his body like a thousand small kisses.

She leaned forward as he approached her slowly and once again descended her luscious lips upon his raging hard on. Her free hand encircled around him and squeezed his buttocks. She bobbed her head upon him, enticing another low moan to escape his lips. Fueled on by his pleasure she deep throated him for a long moment before pulling back, gasping for breath.

“Oh yeah, you like it when I play with my tight little cunt while I suck your cock don’t you.” The whole time his legs never stopped shaking, but her deep throat took him over the edge and his knees collapsed. His heavy muscular form crashed back onto the ground, leaving his knees bent and waving before the succubus, his feet still planted on the ground.

“Hmm, now who’s coming to play huh,” she giggled as she pulled him towards her by his ankles. The succubus now sat between his legs; he looked up at her with unsteady eyes. His body was drunk on her pheromones, which were much more potent on the ground. So much so that the mist created a thick fluffy layer underneath him, growing in mass until it lifted him up slightly, creating the feel of lying on a soft cloud.

“You want me to sit on it,” she stared at his pole standing straight up at attention, begging to be touched. “Yeah? Is that what you want?” He slowly nodded his head in agreement, far too gone to resist.

“Yeah, I knew you’d give in, how could you not,” she crawled forward rubbing her body over him, licking his chest and planting light kisses along the way. As his manhood went between her breasts, she tucked her elbows in, squeezing them together momentarily before continuing her crawl up his body. “We’ll save that for another time sugar.” Finally, she straddled his hips, she ground her own hips into his, rubbing her clit on his cock as she reveled in the feeling.

“You are going to be my play-toy, watch as your dick disappears inside me. Can’t let that good dick go to waste, I’m going to use it.” She raised her hips just enough for his manhood to angle for impact, before she slammed her pelvic bone down, impaling his dick with her smoldering pussy. It felt so good he couldn’t help but thrust his hips up into her.

“Yeah, that’s it! Fuck me back… Fuck me back!” He was too far gone, the pleasure fueled his body now, and his hips thrust forward again and again. Only to be forced down as she continued to slam herself back down with each thrust, he gave her. “Damn it’s good, so fucking good.” The succubus screamed as her juices exploded and coated his manhood. It marked her first orgasm in the mortal realm.

Her body slowed as it began to tremble as small aftershocks took over her senses. “Hmm that’s good, I want to taste it,” the succubus leaped back from his lap and quickly took his throbbing cock into her month. She moaned, savoring the taste of her orgasm mixed with his pre-cum. “You want more don’t you, yeah you want more.”

She got up onto her feet and turned around, until her slithering tail was facing him. Slowly she bent down and impaled herself upon him once again, “Does my pussy look good on your dick, this is what you fucking fantasize about isn’t it?”

“Huh,” was once again all he could manage to say, his mind was not only clouded but high on pleasure, his senses were overloaded.

“Is this what you fantasized? Hmm so good, it’s been so long since I’ve got this pussy fucked outside the dream, it’s been a long fucking time. Yeah I’m going to make up for it today; you should have banished me while you had the chance.”

She gripped his legs tight as she began to quickly rock her hips back and forth. The feeling was like nothing Yshomatsu had ever felt before. “Oh, fuck your dick feels so good, you have no idea, I just want to keep it deep inside of me, balls deep.” She rotated her hips faster, her pussy gripped tight in a vice grip, milking his manhood for all it was worth.

“I’ve been building your tension up for days; you’re going to unleash me on your world. Come on you know you need it, there’s no resisting me now.”

“There’s no hope as I tease you in and out of my pussy,” she slowed her motions for an instant, feeling another orgasm building and that was all it took. Yshomatsu started rocking his hips, desperate for this to never end. “Oh, fuck yeah that’s it, keep giving it to me.”

He could feel his balls tightening as that familiar tingling began along his manhood, he was almost there. “That feels so good, oh yeah come inside me… Fuck, yes do it, you want to come in my pussy, is that what you want.”

“Fuck yeah I would love to feel you explode inside me; I want to feel you cum deep in me.”

“Ah Fuck, I’m going to cum,” He screamed out, his body and mind too far gone to care about anything else.

“Is that what you want, is that what you fucking want? Give it to me… yeah baby give it to me deeper, disappear inside me, I fucking love your dick. Keep fucking me; milk your fucking cock in my pussy.”

“You want to come in me, come on, and give it to me,” his manhood swelled up that last little bit before sending wave after wave of hot cum up into her waiting womb.

“AHH yes ha-ha, every fucking drop. Free me!!” Her pussy clamped down as her inner walls began their powerful suctions, greedily taking in every drop. Not a single drop escaped. A magical, almost silent pop resonated throughout the room. Yshomatsu passed out long before his orgasm ended, the succubus panted, taking large breaths, on top of him as if she had just run around the world in record timing. She was fully satisfied… and free!

“Oh fuck,” another female voice screamed in orgasm, bringing the succubus back down to reality. The demoness quickly turned, her never ending lust filled gaze closed in on Bree who trembled in afterglow of her spectator’s orgasm. Once their eyes met the succubus pounced. Wings opened wide, as the succubus soared out of the summoning circle to land on top of Bree. Her legs quickly wrapped around Bree’s hips as her tail impaled itself into the girls soaked, sore pussy lips.

Bree gasped as her eyes opened wide in shock. Their lips met in a furious kiss as the succubus unleashed herself fully onto the unsuspecting young woman. The demonic tail thrust in and out of Bree’s pussy, seeping magical poison the entire time. Bree could feel the burning liquid being absorbed into her body and attempted to push the demon off her. But only succeeded in groping the demonic temptress’ ample breasts.

The succubus pressed into the kiss, her long tongue wrapped around Bree’s before the demon sucked Bree’s tongue into her mouth and bit down, sending more poison throughout her blood stream. Bree began to feel an itch just above her ass, quickly followed by two more on top of her head. Her already small/tight body started to twitch and tighten as her chest filled out slightly.

Bree screamed into the succubus’ lips as another orgasm quickly followed. Her juices flowed freely onto the ground. Bree’s entire body trembled, it felt like her insides were morphing, changing, yet it didn’t hurt. The poison flowing through her body had caused her body to go numb. The succubus moaned in amused laughter as her power quickly overwhelmed the girl’s senses. Something came out of Bree’s lower back, before long she could feel two fully functional fluffy tails. Two fluffy ears popped out of her hair at the same time. She felt different, like her mind had been placed in a very horny new husk. She craved sex and lots of it.

The succubus used her magic to create the first of many animal-based monsters, also known as a monster-girl. She was going to love being unleashed upon this world, her imagination had no limit and soon the world would be remade in her image.

When Bree’s eyes opened next the world looked different. The succubus stared into two bright orange orbs of her new creation, the first of many. Bree couldn’t help but stare back into those yellow cat-like orbs, her new ears twitched as she became lost within the demoness’ orbs. The succubus spoke in a deep and powerful voice, as if her words were being spoken by two different beings, one seductive temptress and the other a commanding demonic force. “Protect my lifeline to this world,” She said, the command echoed within her mind before she looked down to the sleeping monk within the summoning circle and smiled.

With a gust of wind, the succubus was gone.

A low purr filled the room as the kitsune slowly crawled towards the sleeping man within the summoning circle, her need for sex written upon her face. Her eyes locked onto their target, the half-mast beast between Yshomatsu’s legs. Bree would make sure he never thought of anything again except his next orgasm, her two fluffy tails waved hypnotically through the air as she closed in on the unsuspecting monk.